I can’t remember the last time I had so much trouble making a simple decision, but I kept waking up last night agonizing over whether or not to get Angus neutered. Today was the big day.

 I also don’t remember the last time that I gave this much thought to a non-human’s nuts, actually.

I know it won’t change him much and I know it might keep him from leaving home to chase the ladies, but I’m worried about making too big of a change in his personality. I like him as he is; I don’t want him to turn into a lazy fat slug. I’d just like him to stay home a little more. And what if I do decide to breed him again?

Since you can’t exactly change your mind and put the nuts back on, I finally decided to cancel the appointment and think about it some more. I can always make another one if I do decide to do it.

Man, I didn’t worry about it this much when I had myself fixed. It shouldn’t be rocket science or deep philosophy; he’s just a dog.