Early in the morning yesterday we took Ruby to get spayed.
I'd been trying to prepare myself for leaving her there all day.
I didn't do very well.
I was a blubbering, sniffling, puffy-eyed mess.
Ruby was just fine, the vet did an excellent job.
But now Ruby gets to rock an infernal cone collar,
oh, excuse me, an "Elizabethan Collar,"
for at least a week.
I'm tearing up again.
Oh, P.S., I promise to have that enchilada recipe up tomorrow!