2 weeks ago Monday at 7am Bink's time has come. Joe loaded the sad dog into the back of his car. Binks sobbed the whole way to the vet. Under his breath he mumbled the song "Glory Glory Hallelujah".
Joe pulled up to the vet. Binks looked at him and said, " I hate you".
"sorry bud I have to"
binks said, "dont call me bud. I am no longer man's best friend but will shortly become your worst nightmare beyotch"
"Binks...please"
Quicker than Joe could mutter those words Binks was gone running through the office trying to make his escape through the exit but the nurse caught him. Binks started screaming "YOULL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!
Joe couldn't bare the site anymore so he bid farewell to the dog.
Binks struggled so much that it took 6-7 nurses to hold him down to give him the shots. Slowly binks slipped into unconciousness.
He woke up stripped of his manhood and deeply ridden with sorrrow.
Joe went to go pick him up but the nurse suggested that he stay the night because Binks had manuevered himself out of his cone and had further injured himself.
The next day Joe and I went and picked up the Binks and he had this giant cone around his head which he had to wear around his head for about two and a half weeks...which he hated. He would spend hours upon hours trying to get that off. He even turned to continually smacking his head against the wall.
Finally about a week ago Joe went to go let him outside for the morning and found binks with the cone off his head pooping on top of it. Binks just sat there crouching giving us the middle finger.
Forward to about a week later and he is healing nicely. He gave me a rather rude birthday card calling me several curse words but I know he is just angry. The binks even gave me a birthday present....a squeaky beer bottle chew toy...the "beer" label is Miller Bite...
Thanks Binks.
