Chance-Alize (that's her stripper name) Goes to the Vet

Yesterday morning I dropped Chance off at the veterinarian to get spayed. My mom sent me an email in the afternoon and like usual she put the entire message in the subject.

What would you think?...Of course I freaked and called the vet 5 times until someone picked up. She's fine. But apparently there's some new non-invasive procedure that allows dogs to be neutered or whatever without slicing. Having no medical history on Chance and because she appeared to have been in heat, Dr. Pruden cut into her and couldn't find her lady parts. Yeah, you read that correctly. She did however find spleen damage (not serious)...another indicator that Chance had had this procedure preformed.

Anyway, she tells me all of this...gives me antibiotics for Chance (2x a day) and brings her out. All I can say is:

This poor dog.

Not only did she go through an unnecessary surgery, the bottom half of her is entirely shaved off. But worst of all she has one of those plastic cones surrounding her head and she has to wear it for 14 days. How messed up is that? She already throws her body around and runs into things but now its awful.

I love her and will be the first to admit that she's not the brightest crayon in the box...but man, this is just sad. I haven't got a chance to take a picture of her but just so you get the idea.

NOT CHANCE

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