As some of you are aware, I visited the vets for a small ‘procedure’ on Friday. I would like to tell you it was something rather fabulous and celeb-worthy like peck implants or teeth veneers however it was not, I did in fact go for the ‘snip’.

When Mum first told me all about this I assumed it was some sort of special haircut however when I spoke to my buddy Harvey and asked some more questions, it appears I was loosing my manly ‘bits’. At first I was horrified! How dare they? But then Mum got my Auntie Shelley, who is a qualified Veterinary Nurse, to explain all the health implications of keeping my plums. It was also brought to our attention a few weeks ago when I showed a bit too much interest in one of my female friends when she was in season and I wouldn’t eat and was acting strangely for days (apparently) that this would be the best thing all round.

I am pretty lucky that I have ‘connections’ in high places like a lot of celebrities, my Nanny is the Practice Manager and my Auntie the Head Nurse at my vets, so I was able to have a personal carer and also a photographer in the form of my Nanny to pap my progress for you.

Here’s a last shot of plums, just for those ladies who may want to keep a memory of them…

I was chauffeured to the vets by Nanny and greeted by all the staff like a true VIP – Very Important Pooch

I checked into my accommodation for the day, a little cold and clinical but Mum had packed my own blankie so I had a few home comforts.

Then it was time for my weigh-in, like some sort of athlete before a big match or maybe more like Weight Watchers?

Soon it was time for my pre-med, it was a little prick in my butt, ouch!

Then they took a blood sample and tested it to see if there was anything ‘lurking’ in my sausagey body…

Here’s the fancy machines…

And the results (not that I know what they mean)…

Then it was time, I was given a little injection which sent me into a really nice snooze…

After the very quick and simple procedure, it was back to my digs where I could sleep off my anaesthetic…

After a little while, room service (Auntie Shelley) came round with some very tasty lunch. It was so nice and I was so hungry (well I had to miss breakfast!) that I ate the whole lot!

When the Vet gave me the all-clear, Nanny chauffeured me back home where my Mum was waiting for me with open arms. She had been pretty worried about me but I’m a brave sausage and showed her I was ok.

I slept for the rest of the day, I decided this is the only time when I could get away with sleeping the whole afternoon away and not being classed as ‘lazy’…

I had lots of snuggles from my Mum…

And was perky enough by the evening that I could have some chicken for my dinner, my favourite!

By the next morning I was back to my old self, I actually felt pretty good! Mum was still keeping a close eye on me and we had a day at home when I milked it a bit more so I could eat some more chicken and we caught up on trash TV, I’m quite a fan of Don’t Tell The Bride since Mum & Dad got engaged.

I also received a get well card from my buddy Archie and also Nanny treated me to a new toy, I’m a very lucky boy!

It’s now Sunday and Mum said you would never have known I’ve had a small operation, apparently it’s business as usual tomorrow. I haven’t even noticed my plums are missing, careful styling of hair and holding my tail the right way – you would never guess!

Dach’s all for now – I’m now all sausage and no balls…

Jeffrey x