Poor Ace

I just dropped Ace off to get neutered.

This was the look he gave me as I walked away. That "how can you do this to me?" look. I'm pretty sure he knows what's about to happen.

He sat at my feet while I made the appointment. Staring at me with those all knowing eyes and whining a little. I told the vet receptionist to hold on a second "what?..." I said to Ace "I gotta do it" I'm pretty sure the receptionist thought I was crazy.

This morning he seemed to have forgotten that today is the day. He happily jumped in the car and rode in his usual nose-to-the-windshield style. His way of beating me to where ever we are going.

When we pulled into the vet's office parking lot he suddenly seemed to remember. He didn't want to get out of the car and I had to drag him into the building. He usually likes going to the vet. He gets lots of cookies and attention.

Today he growled at the receptionist. She seemed surprised and said "hey! I didn't do anything!" I wanted to tell her that 'he knows' but she is probably the same girl I talked to before and I'm pretty sure she still thinks I'm crazy.

Ace then proceeded to growl at everyone who worked there, but not at any of the other patients or owners in the lobby.

See. He knows.

I left him with his favorite teddy bear and Kong chew toy. I was thinking about going out and buying him a new Frisbee.

I'm a little worried that he may never forgive me.