Happy is home and I am... happy.
Ugh!
But she's doing well. I assume. She's soaking up the attention and eating and crapping. The crapping is very important and celebrated.
Her back legs seem quite weak and she's very tired, but I think (?) she'll get stronger over the next few weeks, while she finishes off her boatload of prescription medication.
Meanwhile, my car, Argo, has tuberculosis of the engine - I know a hell of a lot about cars - and will have to be in the shop for a week. It's also going to cost a ton.
How sharper than a serpents tooth, is the child that sucks you dry.
And my digital camera, Stupido Galore, is broken! Again! And it's so old that it's not worth fixing, so I'm going to buy a new one post-Christmas. Hence the upcoming dearth of Flickr updates.
In the meantime, though, I plan to borrow Marian's camera (as yet unnamed?) to photograph Happy's bald and spotted abdomen, and the haircut I got yesterday, finally. Because I'm an internet whore like that. Yes. Point and laugh.
But mainly: Happy is home, and I am glad.
Thanks to everyone who wished her well. Comments equal love. I heart your faces off.
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My camera's name is Saucy Cunny Deluxe.
Happy is a redonk.
The combination of the words "saucy" and "cunny" is more than I can handle.
It's my most recent discovery in the field of New Ways to Disgust and Appall My Friends. I feel like Newton, just after he got bonked on the head with an apple!
P.S. I can't comment on your recent post! I've tried to, like, eighteen times.
I programmed my blog not to allow words like "cunny."
But, really, I don't know why. Keep trying?!
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