Last evening, we brought Chow Chow to The Animal Clinic for him to stay the night cos his sterilization surgery is the next afternoon. Before we left for the clinic, I gave him an early dinner and a walk thereafter. He was happy and active as usual, and we were extra loving to him, showering him with more hugs and pats.
He seems to enjoy my husband's attention more. His pats always get Chow Chow's tails wagging, non-stop. Mine just warrant a few wags for the first 5 seconds.
At the clinic, we had to weigh Chow Chow to determine the final surgery cost. The dog now weighs a hefty 13kg! He is now 2kgs heavier from last month! A lady at the clinic was surprised to see our 6-month old pup so big. Her 7-month old puppy, a mixed breed I think, looks so puny in comparison.
While we were waiting for the nurse to allocate a cage for Chow Chow, the dog got restless and whined whenever we made him sit. As if he sensed something was not right, he refused to come with us into one of the rooms, dugging his nails firmly to the floor as we dragged him inside. The nurse had to leashed Chow Chow inside a consultation room as none of the cages were available yet. I hope they will not stuff him into a tiny cage eventually.
Chow Chow was rather unhappy about staying in that room, but there is nothing we can do to help him. We tried to soothe him and calm him down and left the room quickly, hoping he will not be too distracted. I really wonder how he is doing now.
Back at home, his absence is sorely felt. It's only been two hours and I missed him already. I missed touching his thick, soft coat, and of him lazing around the house in his favourite corners of the living room. I can't believe I have grown so attached to him in just a matter of a month. I guess I can be too emotional for my own good.
I can't wait to fetch him home tonight and see how he is doing.
