The Big Snip

The Woman has been very adamant that I not get the big snip (neutered), because she says she bought a boy dog and she's going to keep a boy dog. Every Vet we see tries to get her to get me snipped, because of the threat of prostate cancer, and no kennel will keep me unless I am neutered. The Woman has finally given in to all the pressure, and I'm getting the big snip on Monday morning. Yikes! Ian has already started calling me, "Mr. Nojangles." How rude. The Woman hopes my personality doesn't change too much, as she loves me how I am, but secretly she hopes I become a little more docile in the process.

I'm not really all that concerned about getting neutered. I guess I should be mad that I am being robbed of my essence, but I think I have matured beyond that argument. The Woman asked the Vet Tech about possible psychological repercussions, but she said she has never heard of any dog getting depressed over the loss of his essence.

Anyone have any comments on this subject? Any reason the Woman should reconsider? I'm going to go nap while you all think about it.