They remind me of Statler and Waldorf.
On Sunday I found a scabbed over wound on Buddy (the one on the left) sitting atop one of his lipomas.� Of course, I immediately thought what was diagnosed a lipoma over a year ago was really some rare cancer all this time that only just now was bursting through his skin with the strength of a million mutated cells.
It was just a cut, probably acquired while digging up my gardenia bush for the 52nd time so he could lay in the dirt.� Still, from Sunday until our vet appointment yesterday, I was a bundle of quiet nerves, calmly going through my days as if nothing out of the ordinary was waiting for us on Tuesday.� The only suggestion something might be on my mind was the missing blog post, 3 diet cokes, and 34 bags of snack sized chips in the trash can.� Okay, maybe 5 diet cokes.
Aww, glad the old man is okay. I was going to say “or the old muppet guys from The Muppet Show” but then I clicked on your link and that is who Statler and Waldorf are!
And I thought I had a bad Diet Coke habit!
Since Sunday! Five diet cokes since Sunday. :) Of course I am reading Nourishing Traditions today and am finally willing to let go of diet coke after reading all the glorious details behind soda (that I already knew but chose to ignore). I don’t buy cans for the home, but when I am stressed or tired I will drive through somewhere and get one.
But before? After college when I was working? Holy moly, I lived on the stuff morning, noon and night.
So glad he’s okay! Our 13 pound schnauzer drank a cup of coffee last week- Definitely was a sleepless night here. Buzzed puppy+ lots of worry do not mix well.
Darn worrisome puppies!
A cup of coffee! Caffeine has always been a point of hysteria for me. So glad puppy is okay. :)
I’m glad he’s okay. I can relate. We have two old men at our house as well, and this last time I was totally freaked out. It turned out okay, but I’m concerned about my mental state when it’s not.
So glad he’s okay! I’m sure it was your worrying that got him through … at least that’s what I like to tell myself … because certainly we don’t fret for nothing!
My dog is my life. I love him so much and it is getting a little out of control. People told me once I have kids, my focus of life will shift and it will be easier to deal with my dog’s aging, which is now unimaginable to me.
Sigh…I guess it is not true…
Suzz–it gets better. I was much, much worse before the boys (the human ones) came along. :)