An Odd Case Of Who Knew

I made the appointment a couple of days ago. You know, THE appointment. The one Kingston is not going to like, but the one that a few dogs at the dog park are going to thank me for. I’d put it off long enough but it’s time to take care of a little problem. Or in this case, two little problems. I’m just not sure who is going to take it worse – Kingston or Mr. S.

When I phoned Mr. S to tell him about the appointment he was less than excited about the idea of our puppy, our male puppy, being without what he considers to be his whole identity. We talked briefly while I did my best to reassure Mr. S that Kingston wouldn’t know the difference, then hung up our phones and got back to work. A few minutes later my phone rang again. It was Mr. S, and our conversation went something like this-

“Hi, babe. What’s up”

“Two things. First, promise you won’t laugh. Second, does the place we are taking Kingston do implants?”

(Unfortunately before I was even able to respond I was laughing hysterically, under my breath of course.)

“Implants? You want our dog to get testicular implants? Do they even do that?”

“Yes, Robyn. Will you call them back and ask them?”

“I am not paying to get Kingston implants. If you want to find out, give them a call. Just don’t tell them you know me.” (Still laughing)

“Fine. What’s the number?”

Mr. S did call them and I quickly did a little research to see if people actually gave their four-legged friends implants. Turns out they do, and they are called Neuticles. It’s catchy. But I’m still not paying to have them attached to our dog. Later that night Mr. S gave me the synopsis of his phone call. Turns out they had a hard time not laughing either.