|Espresso, "You owe me big time for noming the V. E. T.!"|
|Charlie, "Well, hoomin!? Are we going back to Gus or what? I'm not gonna walk myself back there. It's special air delivery time."|
We had a good week - if you don't count my trip to the V. E. T. first thing Wednesday morning. I started sneezing last week, and it got so bad I kept my hoomin up Tuesday night. Well, you know what happened next. The carrier. The car. The head rubs all the way to the doc's office. Then a shot of an antibiotic. Temp check. The works. I have no discharged though, no signs of infection - in other words - what a peculiar behavior of the bun?
But that's OK. We are all going back for a physical this upcoming Tuesday. I need a recheck, and the rest need their semi-annuals. Thump! Serves them right.
And what about any plans for the weekend, you ask? Well, there are no plans - that's the plan. Loafing, arting, taking the hoomin for all the cookies he's got!
We'll keep you posted,