Poor Teddy Roosevelt was fixed this week and had to wear a cone of shame. I didn’t take any pictures because he was truly embarrassed by having to wear it. He wouldn’t even eat cheese for the first day. Shame seems like a really sophisticated emotion and I’m surprised that some people don’t think that animals have real emotions. For example, Descartes thought that dogs were mere machines without soles. Teddy is feeling a lot better now.
I didn’t realize how much I like Teddy until he was away at the vet’s. It’s a really nice start to my day to have him run up to greet me. Jon said that Teddy listens for me in the morning and gets excited when I come downstairs.
I got to take him out for a walk today and he isn’t acting like he’s fixed. He peed on every bush we passed.