I'm sure that some of you are wondering how I'm doing after my life-altering surgery on June 25. I must admit that I should have listened to Dad who told me that being neutered wouldn't be the end of the world -- just the end of my show career and capability to reproduce.
Dad was right when he said, "Trust me son. I'm speaking from experience. Once the sacky joe heals and the itching from the stitches subsides, you'll feel like a "new man!"
Well after two weeks of restricted activity, I am happy to say that Coach Daddy Dawg is ready to put me back in the ring -- boxing ring that is, not show.
Let me tell you, after having been walked on a leash for two weeks and denied any kind of roughhousing with Roger, except an occasional bite on his bat ears, I am ready to rumble in the jungle. Stay tuned for upcoming film footage of Rog and me starring in The Jungle Book.
The best post-op news happened today when Mom received a phone call from Dr. Weeks telling her that the pathology report from the lump removed from my leg was indeed a benign tumor called a histiocytoma, which are fairly common in young boxers.
Thanks for all your well wishes, kind thoughts, and prayers for my speedy recovery.