Our Problem Child

In case you need a good laugh (and I suspect you do), please enjoy the following pictures of Reuben wearing his protective ‘dog cone.’ I laugh hysterically at him and think of it as sweet revenge for chewing up the AC wires and costing us $245, not to mention him accosting the AC fix-it man. I’d like to say we got the cone specifically to torture him for causing us all the grief that he has, but we weren’t that smart.

But the real reason for the protective gear is because Reuben (like most men) couldn’t control the urge to mess with his ‘parts’ …or in this case, lack thereof, and done caused himself to get an infection after having his family jewels stripped. I don’t want to get too graphic, and you can thank me for leaving out the picture of his bright red swollen, um… business.

We had an early morning emergency pow-wow with Dr. Cooper on Sunday morning (THE 4TH OF JULY), and that swell gentleman of a veterinarian didn’t even charge us for pulling him out of bed on account of Reuben’s… business. He gave us the cone, some antibiotics, and some salve to massage onto his, um… business. Nick volunteered me for that job.

Okay okay, I just couldn’t help but post this picture. If I’m okay with posting a picture of my uterus, I’m sure as heck gonna post Reuben’s parts as well. Sorry guys.