Identity crisis

Copper came through surgery with flying colors. I cried a little when they led him out into the waiting room for me to pick up. I don't know, it just kills me that I can't explain to him why I brought him to a strange place, had him drugged, operated on and now, "Oh hi Copper! I'm back to get you". But he doesn't seem angry, just keeps dropping his head in my lap to be snuggled and then settling down right next to my feet to sleep - way to pile on the guilt, Copper! To make myself feel better though I think I will dress him up as something very manly for Halloween. Biker? Policeman? Nooo, too Village People. I've got it! I'll dress him as a ballerina so everyone knows he's not afraid to show his feminine side! I will have the world's most psychologically well-adjusted dog! Yeah, so I just got neutered and I'm wearing a tutu, you have something to say about it?! How tough is that?