Doc is warming up beautifully to life in Yuppieville. He has his own bed and porcelain bowl and my mother has already started to ruin him with chicken breasts and baby talk. I, with the help of the Caesar Millan (aka the Dog Whisperer) book I recently rented from the library, at least know how to maintain some semblance of discipline and am confident that the Doctor is just on the brink of grasping the “sit” command.
I’ve called around the greater-Harford area for several days now looking for a vet who isn’t asking for my entire VISIONs salary to give Doc his requisite examinations and vaccines. It’s pretty difficult being a single, unemployed, mother, and if anything this experience has taught me the importance of having money before having kids. I’m also starting to question the necessity of having Doc neutered. I mean, if all the other dogs here are neutered/spayed, which they are, where’s the harm? Couldn’t he be the avant-garde European dog who still retains his reproductive organs? Thoughts?
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