Things are very solemn here this morning. Joe walked the dogs and then went directly to the Vet where he checked them in for their operations. Fletcher and Floyd are to be castrated. Anyone who has had to leave their beloved pet at a Vet's will know just how it feels when you walk out leaving them to the mercy of strangers when it is YOUR job to be protecting them.
Logically you know that you are doing the right thing. Logically you know that this is a routine operation and all will be well. Logically you know that they're as tough as old boots and will recover rapidly.
But what place logic when you feel like a total scumbag?