Poor Ozzy

I took Ozzy to the vet this morning to be neutered. It was a sad morning. We both cried a little. He wouldn't kiss me goodbye. He hates the vet. I made sure to tell him that it was daddy's idea and not mine.

I get scared when he has to be knocked out. I cried when I took him there to get his teeth cleaned.

I hope his personality doesn't change too much. I love the little guy just how he is.

Poor little booger. I wonder if its too late to go pick him up and tell them to forget it.