|Gus, "You, up there! I need more red carpet here!"|
|Espresso, "Yes, slow loafing, cheek to floof!"|
|Charlie, "I know you're here, hoomin - the stink gives you away."|
Greetings, Everybun!My best friend and murderizer, Spressy, got himself two - count them - two trips to the V. E. T. this week. Once on Tuesday and then again on Thursday. The guy just wouldn't eat. He got better, then relapsed, and is finally on the mend.
During the second visit, he got an x-ray picture taken. All was mostly well with the gut. There was a gas pattern, and that would explain the problem. There were no tumors or anything else of that sort. But the x-ray revealed some degenerative changes in the disks in his bun-loving, murderizing spine. And you're just never ready for that kinda news. The reward we get for being taken care of and living a healthy life. It really makes you wanna go "Thump!"
At least the guy is on the mend now.
But, with all those M*nd*ys last week behind us, we're going to chillax today. My hoomin planned a couple of naps today after chores are done. He also threatened to commit a line drawing or something. Good luck with that. I'm not going to hold any poses. Unless - unless there are cookies involved, of course.
We'll keep you posted!