My grand-dog, Victor Jose Snaggles, had surgery last week. The surgery was to remove a large bladder stone. It was highly successful.
Today, Victor weighs 5 pounds and is living in the lap of luxury. The only problem is, nobody has gotten word to Victor that he only weighs 5 pounds. He loves people, but he's not much for other dogs. He takes on Rottweilers and Great Danes. When you take him for a walk, it's a bit embarrassing, really.
The night before his surgery, Surfer Boy and I walked Victor on the beach where he once again went ballistic when he spotted a worthy opponent, this time a full grown Doberman Pinscher. Kerry tugged at the leash and told him "Stop it! You're about to undergo surgery tomorrow. You're supposed to be contemplating the meaning of life."
But you see, that's what keeps Victor out of trouble. His ability to live in the moment and his inability to think, analyze, dissect, ruminate, marinate, obsess and worry.
Years ago, when I lived out in the country, many of our neighboring dogs ran free and got bitten by rattlesnakes. I was asking the vet about it one day, and he said that it's really no big deal. What? Why not? He told me it was because dogs don't go into shock the way humans do. They simply give them the anti-venom, keep them overnight, and back they go to frolick on the trail. Humans, on the other hand, freak out when bitten by a rattler.
With my knee surgery coming up, who knows when, I'm going to take a page out of Victor's book. As I write, he's relaxing in the sun, enjoying the warm California weather and ocean breeze. Wait a minute! Didn't anyone tell him that he just had surgery?
Once again, my theory is proven: No brain, no pain!