We've discovered a new form of discipline for Stella. Just kidding. We had her fixed since she spends most of her day out in our newly fenced backyard (Can you hear the chorus of Hallelujah?). And to keep her from bothering her healing incision, she has to wear this dorky cone. The kids affectionately refer to it as The Cone Of Shame (They picked that up from the movie Up.). Edward said when he went to pick her up from the vet's office, and they brought her out, he had to try really, really hard to keep a straight face.
And we were told she could possibly settle down after being fixed, but I'm pretty sure that won't be happening any time soon. Aside from acting stoned the entire day after surgery, she is back to her rowdy old self once again...Cone of Shame and all! 
