It's been a while since little Mia's made an apperance on the blog, and she'd chew my shoestrings off if she knew I was putting this unflattering photo up for her comeback image.  Not her best work, but our poor girl's had a rough week.  She's almost six months old, which means Bob Barker was about to be knockin' on the door any day now asking us to do our part to control the pet population.  Nobody wants to see Bob Barker at their door these days, so we went ahead and scheduled her to get a little snippy snippy action last week.  Fortunately I was outta town in Portland, so Kylie got to play the role of bad cop this time.  So far, Mia's been a bit more of a mama's girl, so I'm hoping to gain a few points on the favortism scale by not being the one who carted her to the snipper. Poor girl decided to remove her own stitches the day after the surgery, so back to the vet she went the next day to get a staple in her belly and this stylin' fashion accessory snow cone to wear on her head for a week.  (BTW, Kylie was also the one that took her back in for round 2 at the vet, so I'm hopin' Mia's thinkin' daddy's awesome right about now.)  Not only does she look scraggly (groomer's the next stop after the staples come out), but she keeps getting her snow cone caught on the ground and catching it on every corner and door.  It's pitiful.  Seriously.