My puppy was spayed today. Nothing dramatic at all.
To me that is good news.
I missed her all day. When I finally went to pick her up I was relieved. She was excited to see me. She came over and went on her back to show me her wound and to ask me to rub her tummy.
If I didn't have to settle up the bill we would have crouched there for hours. She was so happy to have me rub her face and tummy.
She looks rough. The effects of the car striking her aren't totally faded. They cleaned out her wound and pronounced it to all be good.
At home she was just relieved. Like a soldier she finally let her veneer down and sort of collapsed.
She just wants to be petted and held until she falls asleep.
Nothing at all wrong with that.

I realized how much I dislike my dead-head job today. The only things I like about it are the people who see me as a human being, which, is most of them; that I can bring my dog, and that is no small thing; and that the paychecks don't bounce, even if they aren't really enough to survive well they are enough to survive.
It's the creepy stuff that gets to me. Constant checking up on you, constant hard core boiler room stuff. It annoys to the point of saying adios.
All I wanted was to be left alone. The job pays enough for that, and I do well at the job, but I don't like being constantly spied on.

Now I need to sleep. My puppy and I have been through a lot today. Too much during this week. We deserve the time to just collapse and to be with each other.

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