Poor, poor puppy

We picked Bella up when we got home from Kansas City from our friends Brad and Gina (who have the boxer named Dallas). Bella also got a week vacation by being able to spend the week with Dallas. She LOVED it. And we loved that she got to be in a place where she was so happy. We have such great friends!

Above is a picture about an hour after we picked her up. She did not move for the entire night. We literally had to drag her to pee and eat.

Yesterday, she had an appointment scheduled with Dr. Debbie, our vet, to get spayed. She is 8 months old on August 19th and she finally has her tummy issues resolved (which is why we haven't gotten her spayed yet). So we had to do it asap before she goes into heat (usually 8-9 months for boxers) because boxers are prone to certain cancers so getting them spayed before they go into heat can prevent certain cancers.

I was so sad to drop her off. I just felt horrible for the poor girl! But she apparently did great and everything went just fine. I picked her up today and it was hilarious because I could tell she was a little bit off but she was trying to act like she was just fine. It was cute.

Here's a picture of her right after we got home today. She's looking at me like, "What the hell just happened to me?!" Too funny.

And a picture of the war wound... it looks pretty good. Just kinda yellow-ish from the soap stuff they use to clean the area but the actually incision looks really good. I think she will heal just fine and be herself in no time!