I am pleased to announce on Thursday we had a successful castration! I was worried because it appeared his manly bits had not dropped. This would mean a surgery vs a traditional (vet) castration. Sam knocked him out, helped him lie down and tied up his leg. Getting in there she smiled and said he was up high but could still be easily and safely done. I was thrilled. This meant a major difference in the size of the vet bill.
He'd been rather sassy. But of course, the day I try to take pictures of him is the day he decides to join up and follow me around. Here's my little boy (on day two after his "operation"). One year old already!