my dog is sleeping at the vet tonight cause he got his balls chopped off.

it scares me how sad it made me to visit him all drugged out. he's just a dog after all, and dogs are lovely and wonderful but it was scary how much of a family member this thing has become.

and it even offends me that i typed out "thing" to explain him. he's anything but a "thing." a couple of months ago i wouldve made fun of me and the fact that a dog can make or break my day, but oh well, it happens.

it chagrins me that my dad keeps saying jack will come back a totally different dog. I just need him to have slightly different consistency of balls but if im responsible for jack turning into a lame ass dog that just lays and mopes around, i dont know if i can take that, and this is why im chagrined.

if people (you) felt so strongly about it, how much does it help that you tell me you didn't want me to take him to the vet AFTER i take him to the vet? I would've considered it... but your lack of pie charts and vocal opposition led me to believe you supported the ball removal of our dog.

next time, and at all times, speak up.

i just need my dog back.... now.