1. When I got Spence home, I thought about taking a picture of his undercarriage so I'd be able to compare levels of swelling and redness from day-to-day. But I have a work phone, and I don't want anyone to ever ask me why I have a picture of cauterized dog balls on it.
2. I kind of thought the Elizabethan collar would be cute. It's not. It's kind of mean and pathetic.
3. I suspect that Spence will someday forgive me for this -- in heaven. I picture us up there on the clouds, him bounding around some giant column, and there will be lots of snuggling time. And then he'll tell me, "You know that was a dick move, right? I mean, we're in heaven and now I'm over it, but I feel like it needs to be said."