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[bodldops]

I has surgicated, and my dog is alive! And neutered! WHOOT!

Here, have some surgery day picspam.



The medical complex is very pretty at sunrise. The only problem with this picture is I am in my car, nearly at the lab, with enough time to waste to take a picture, at sunrise.


And here is the dog of the hour, later named (by us) as Edwin. He doesn't look terribly impressed with me, does he?



I sewed that! This be Edwin's nether regions, post-neuter. *is ridiculously pleased with self*


Edwin be feelin' his drugs. That, or he's giving me the sad eyes because I took away his testicles. One or the other.


So, I'm taking off my surgery shoes and putting on the going-home-now shoes, and I find this. I've heard of cheap jewelry turning your skin green, but cheap shoes turning my feet green is a new one on me. O.o


As I was walking Fozzie, I was thinking - the surgery class is 407L. Spin the L around, and you have the 4077. Now, if I'm Hawkeye, and friend labmate is Trapper, does that make the lab teammate I've been ranting about the last few days Frank? >.>

Also also, my locker number is 19.

Comments

[genarti]

Ooh, well done! And Edwin's a sweet-looking dog. Was he in fact sweet?

And I think your lab teammate should totally be dubbed Frank. Whether or not it's accurate, it's a handy nickname! And also ahaha 19.

[bodldops.livejournal.com]

He was sweet, he was also, unfortunately, nuts. And strong. Very, very strong. And did I say completely un-leash-trained? So. He'll be a great dog when he someone takes the time to train him how not to be an idiot. He got loose from me today and went charging over to another dog, but luckily there wasn't a fight. He got treated after everyone else thanks to that.

*flops*

[genarti]

Oh dear heavens. *facepalms* I do not envy you having to deal with him, then.