Puppy update. Sigh.

The night after my throw-down with Kona, she woke up at 4 a.m., yelping periodically. By the time we got out of bed three hours later, we decided something was wrong. Hubs and I dropped her off at the vet, and one of us was crying, because he/she didn’t know how to help poor Kona or what was wrong. OK, it was me.

Ten hours and several hundred dollars later, Kona had a tooth, hernia and female body parts all extracted (or something like that). She went in for a broken, abscessed tooth and came out spayed and drugged out. Poor puppy.

Currently Kona is lying in her big crate with a cone around her head, so she won’t scratch or lick anything. I felt so bad leaving her today to go to work. Puppies are supposed to be lazing around — it’s not like she’d be playing a game of Scrabble with me if I were home. But still, she’s just so pitiful.

I’ve entered the land of parenthood. Next up: trips to the dog park, Kona birthday presents and calling her my “baby.” Who knew I’d be that person?