Today, dear old Wrigley is at the vet--getting the big snip*. I'm all for spaying and neutering, of course, but this is the first time I've had a pet that didn't come pre-fixed and had to actually give the order and I won't pretend I don't feel some guilty pang at the idea of depriving the little guy of his little guys. As a bonus, they're also supposed to get the mysterious coins out of his stomach. Hopefully, they're dubloons or platinum pieces to offest the cost of fishing them out. *... read more
