Operation Tutor

I'd just barely gotten home from the vet when they called to tell me Sam's procedure went fine, and we can pick him up after 4PM. I guess it really is just a snip-snip kinda thing.

The joke about "getting tutored" has been floating around here for a few weeks, and in comments below a couple faithful readers brought up the Far Side comic that inspired the line (alas, my books are in storage, so I can't illegally scan and post).


(via WD&TIM Comic Gallery)

I'm hopeful that Sam learned a valuable lesson at his tutoring session. What that lesson is, I do not know (maybe "don't be bad, or they'll take you to the vet"?).

I was afraid I looked all weepy when I dropped him off, since I woke up with a pink right eye this morning. Hope it's not conjunctivitis. Anyway, between that and some sinus troubles I've been having since last week I've decided to take a sick day.

ntodd

[Update: Sam's fine, happy to be home, and appears to think that since he feels, ah...changed, all the household rules have changed as well.]  ¶ 10:09 AM