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.