It's our dog's birthday today. He's 13 years old. Sadly, he'll be "celebrating" his birthday with a little trip to the vet, to have his tail removed. Yes, this is a very sad thing, but he has several "lunps" (I'll spare you all the details) removed from his tail over the years, and it's not something that can be taken care of a little bit at a time anymore. The tail must go, or the "lumps" could spread to his body. Poor dog. He'll have to spend the next few weeks wearing the Cone of Shame, which he hates, and I'll have to smear peanut butter on painkillers for a few days to keep him drugged up. I am NOT looking forward to this, but it needs to be done.
If you're having a bad day today, this should cheer you right up. It could be worse. You could be me, nursing an old, tail-less dog. Cheer up!