Groggy

I'm writing to you today remotely from what appears to be some kind of jail cell. It's kind of like my crate except I'm not at home and there are other dogs around in crates too. I feel a little groggy, like I'm waking up from some kind of deep sleep. All I remember is Amy and I going to the needle building. A few months ago when I was a littler puppy, I would come every few weeks and someone in a white jacket would prick me with sharp things and look at my teeth and ears and listen to my heart. Usually Amy would stay with me and we'd leave together but today, she never came in! She just left! Now I'm here and I don't know what happened. I feel as though some part of me is missing. Amy and David kept on saying something about getting snipped, snipped. I wonder if this is what they were talking about :o(