How to Turn 40

Poor little puppy...she turned six months old yesterday, and her present was a trip to the vet hospital to be spayed. First she was denied food. You try to explain to a pug they can't eat. It's not a fun experience. She tried every trick in the book. She ran through all the things she learned at dog school: sit, down, stand, stay, leave it, off. She tried them in various orders: down, stand, spin, sit and then off, leave it, down, sit, stand, stay. She tried the puppy dog eyes, the tilted head, the puggy whimper. Then she pulled out all the stops and tried the exposed belly...Nothing. Early the next morning (yesterday) she was bundled up in the car and driven across town to the doggy hospital. She was cruelly abandoned into the arms of someone that smelled faintly of something she didn't like, and this new person wouldn't feed her either. Next she knew she was being handed back to us, woozy, barely able to lift her head. When we got her back to the house she didn't even care that she STILL wasn't allowed to eat. We kept trying to make her drink. She didn't want to. When she did, it all just came back up anyhow...on our clean duvet cover, the sheets, the pillows...This morning she was offered food!!! Food!!!! She'd thought she'd seen the last of glorious food!!!! Her stomach was no match for those big eyes of hers. She ate one too many treats, and took it all out on a sofa pillow, but her tail continued to wag. Food was back up for offer. Everything was going to be alright...