Girl bits gone!

My sissies Woody and Bambi were still feeling woozy when these pictures were taken a day after the Animal Doctor removed their ovaries, fallopian tubes and uterus through a surgical procedure called ovariohysterectomy, a.k.a spaying.

Woody

Bambi

Just like me, Woody and Bambi used to be unwanted animals. When the Secretary rescued and eventually adopted us, she vowed that our offspring will never suffer the same fate. And by that, she meant we will never have puppies of our own. Sad, but true, the Secretary does not have very much money and will probably miss more than just her lunch with more of us to take care of.

A word from the Animal Doctor: Spaying, just like any other major procedure, has various risks. The animal could bleed uncontrollably during the operation, not wake up from the anesthesia, or suffer an infection on the incision wound. In addition, potential health problems have been associated with spaying and neutering such as "increased risk of prostatic cancer in males; increased risks of bone cancer and hip dysplasia in large-breed dogs associated with sterilization before maturity; and increased incidences of obesity, diabetes, urinary tract infections, urinary incontinence, and hypothyroidism"
Although we strongly support spaying and neutering pet animals as an effective means to prevent unplanned litters, diseases such as pyometra and other forms of cancers , and modify certain behavioral problems, we agree with the AVMA that the decision to have your pets undergo such procedure "requires the application of science and professional judgment to ensure the best outcome for veterinary patients and their owners".

The Secretary and I have discussed the pros and cons of spaying, and decided that under the circumstances, it is a must for our rescued pets.

Woody's incision wound

The Secretary thought Betadine it would make Woody's wound heal faster, so she applied, umm, poured Betadine over it. That's how things started to turn bad, the Secretary almost had a breakdown. For some reason, Betadine dissolved the stitches and penetrated Woody's muscles causing an allergic reaction. The Animal Doctor had to restitch Woody, but it did not work because Woody's abdominal muscles were all sore. The Animal Doctor had to bring Woody all the way to Las Pinas to his friend-mentor, Dra. Perlie who took over repairing Woody.

Bambi's incision wound

After a week, Bambi and Woody were all healed!

Thank you very much, Doc Perli, for stitching Woody together.

I'm pretty scared because I am next. The Animal Doctor said I will have my pre-anesthesia blood screen as soon as I am through with my heat cycle.

We're back!

Grrr, I can't believe how many times I've said that. In case my blogging buddies missed me, here's a proof that I did not hibernate to Siberia ( where Mr. Googles said I could escape to because my tail is about to combust- it is so hot these days).

I had been supervising the construction of our doggy pad ( well, I was feeling generous and allowed the Secretary to break-open my piggy bank so the roof of our Mimosa house was also repaired).

Our pad was built in the front yard, right outside the peeps dining room to ensure that I still get to smell all the yummy food even if the Animal Doctor kicked us out of the kitchen ( for a minor infraction of pooping and peeing all over the place everyday??? ). The flooring consist of ceramic tiles and the roofing consist of insulation foam tucked underneath galvanized iron sheets.

The entire ground in our front yard was originally topped with ceramic tiles, but the Secretary had to ask the Builder to remove the tiles in one area because I kept slipping from my own pee on the floor. Opps, I wasnt supposed to say that. Anyway, we are all happy with the concrete floor, especially the Secretary who said, "Yay, now I don't have to clean it every thirty minutes!"

Here we are enjoying a lazy sunday afternoon.

My sister Trudis who is a real princess in her previous life- maybe- refuses to lie down in the hard but refreshingly cold floor.

Inside the kitchen, our sister Scarlet is trying to look cute so the Secretary will take her out to play bitey face with us.

While our half sister Pussy O' Wossy could not care less.

We miss our friends, especially Charlie, our friend from Mandaluyong, who said he misses the Secretary. The Secretary had been reading your blogs but kept the smiles and giggles all to herself.