The vet is here to castrate Henry, Kip, and Pansy's two kids.
As much as I want to be down there gleaning as much information as I can from the vet, I knew I'd better get out before the kids start their bleating. At least, mercifully, they put the donkeys to sleep for their procedure, but the kids will be awake and alert. I know I couldn't take it, so I headed out right as Kip fell asleep.
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2 comments:
Does it hurt the kids less, is that why?
At least it's not Rose. Er, at least Rose isn't a boy. Whatever, Pansy's kids are GOATS. It's different.
Yeah, I don't think I could have taken adding more hardship to little Rose's life. Sad little pot-bellied thing.
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