Dear little Pepperpot was spayed on Tuesday and she has been such a good girl.  Ok, she still visits our very tolerant neighbours on an almost daily basis, but she is not nagging at her stitches (we have a t-shirt thing for the nights – just in case).

It was not the easiest of operations. Apparently it was “tight”, and her ovaries were a two-person dig but they were eventually found and removed.  My poor little girl.

When Pepper came home, she was in a bit of a state but I made a nice den for her to sleep in  – cushions on the sofa with a blanket over her – and she slept the anaesthetic off for many hours.  I am a huge believer that rest cures everything.

While Pepper was away at the vet, the house wasn’t the same and Ted missed her hugely. He had no one to tell him what to do so wandered about inventing things to bark about.  Probably leaves falling off trees in Surrey.  He has a vivid imagination.

Monster obviously was very concerned.  He just showed it in a different way and went to pray at the fridge.

Anyway, Pepper is now getting back on track.   No little Pepperpots for us. Ever. Despite her best efforts.