On a more somber note; Fiona ate a quite big chunk of a pair of my dirty
underwear. Well, as you might suspect, it dang near killed her. She had to have
surgery yesterday to remove it.
And I thought my dogs were stupid. Well, my dogs are stupid, but still...
You know, when you have a personal blog like mine, not some important big-time Instapundit kind of meta-blog, but just a homey little plot in the rural backwoods of cyberspace, you take on a tacit obligation, an implicit moral responsibility to write about absolutely every interesting, unusual...or disgusting thing that happens to you and/or the people you know. Thats just the way it is.
3 comments:
Funny!!! (But seriously, I am glad that the cat is alright.)
I have to admit, though, that I hear things like this a little more than the average person... my husband is a veterinarian. Still a great post!!!
Fiona is doing much better now. She prances and wiggles now and only seems slowed when going up or down the stairs. I don't think she's taken anything away from this whole episode, however. We've caught her sniffing the laundry with a hundry look in her eye...
Hungry... I'm pretty certain hundry is not a word and if it is I'm pretty sure I just used it improperly.
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