For little Chandler, today started out like most others. He was let out of his crate all happy and tail waggley, and he ran straight outside to do his duty. It was when he came back inside he should have known something was up, because the cats were being fed before him. In fact he kept looking at his bowl and back at me, with a dumb happy look on his face. "Surely I am going to be fed next", he thought. Even as he walked into the veterinarians office, he was wagging his tail and giving everybody kisses, oblivious to the fact that he was about to give up his little testicles. They really look so small and harmless, but we know that some day they will create problems, so off with his nuts.
I understand that neutering him will not change his behavior that much. He will still tear through the house with a kitchen towel clenched firmly between his teeth, with Mark in hot pursuit like some kind of crazed Keystone Cop chase. I will still find the bathroom door left open with a double sized roll of toilet paper spread out all over, unraveled, shredded. Bills that have been left in the middle of the dining room table will still mysteriously end up in Chandlers crate, ripped open and unpaid.
The one thing that I do know, is that when a female is in heat, Chandler won't care. I can be safe in the knowledge that if he did come across a fertile female, he won't be adding to the pet overpopulation. The overpopulation that created a need for the shelter I got him from. He is just as happy tonight as he was this morning, which makes me wonder. Why can't we do the same for some of these irresponsible men who keep making babies and don't fulfill their fatherly duties? I think they will still be just as happy as before, maybe happier.