I had poor Bulldog neutered today and the whole experience has left him feeling terribly disheartened.
I'm tortured by guilt. He's so miserable, so not-manly, so betrayed. I feel awful - like I might go to hell for disfiguring my dog. I had no idea he would be so miserable in the hours following the "experience."
I grilled a sirloin steak for him about an hour ago. His mood lightened considerably for a few minutes after his feast, but now he's back to being sad. Did Dante mention a level of hell for dog neuterers? If so, I'll probably spend eternity there.
I'm sorry Bulldog.