Scout, the mighty Jack Russell Terrier, got his balls snipped today.
I worried about him all day.
However, Scout's got too many doggy girl friends to remain intact. His little nuggets had to go.
Trust me on this (else do your own research), there are already way more puppies available than there are good homes for them. While Scout is as cute, smart, and healthy as can be, in today's reality, I don't want him reproducing. So, at some calculated risk, he's been neutered.
The little guy is recovering nicely. He gobbled up his dinner and then curled up under his blanket to sleep. It's weird that he's not jumping all over me, begging for a game of fetch. I want his old self back!