Robyn has had her first ‘season’ (bless).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apart from this being an indicator that our little girl is growing up, it was also a sign that she wasn’t very happy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She had a tough time of it, and was very uncomfortable for several weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So we discussed her situation (the family – Robyn isn’t much of one for discussions. Cuddles and hugs, yes. Discussions, not so much) and decided to get her ‘done’.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The veterinary surgeon we are registered with does a simple laparoscopic operation, rather than the more drastic ‘cut ’em open, take bits out and stitch ’em up again’ procedure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We like this school of thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So a few weeks ago we trundled off to the vet for a pre-op inspection and guess what? Robyn is having a phantom pregnancy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She can’t have the operation while her body thinks she’s pregnant, so we set it back a month.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trouble is that young Chewie’s reproductive urges are starting to wake up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So there’s a very real chance that Robyn could get actually pregnant, instead of phantomly pregnant. Or pregnant with phantoms. Or whatever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So we booked Chewie in to get ‘done’ (which actually means ‘castrated’), to stop Robyn getting cheggers<\/s> preggers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n