Today was the day. Ringo got "snipped". Matt was the one who dropped him off early this morning, and I didn't think much about him all day, but when I went to pick him up this evening I felt really sorry for him. The poor little pug-let was having trouble walking, and was obviously uncomfortable.
He's been moping around the house the last few hours and seems to be doing better. I feel sorry for the little booger.