Hey look, it's that pretty Allyson girl!
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So, we go back to the vet to pick up Dread Beastie at 6:30. We took him in because he's been
constipated to the point of vomiting when he tried to push things out.
The vet (who was not our usual vet, but a very nice lady all the same),
performed a rectal exam and got some of the feces out, but not all.
However, there's some sort of growth on one side of his rectal canal. Our usual vet is going to also examine him, and then we discuss our options when we go pick him up at 6:30. He may have to be on laxatives for the rest of his life, which I will happily put up with if we can avoid a mention of the big C-word.
The past two days? Pretty much suck.
- my* dad would have told me that stuff you're telling yourself and maybe I still wouldn't get it. Want a pale sister?
And maybe the book will be a great success, sponsored by a grant from{Allyson's Dad}
But, BTDT, Allyson.
Aw, Jilli! Poor Beastie!
Perkins, the package to -t will have an envelope for you in it, too.
Yay! Do you need my new address?
Ooph, now I'ma kill.....why do people do this at 6 pm on a Friday of a holiday weekend?
Perkins, I have it, but if you resend, I won't have to search for it *g*.
"Crime makes you stupid?"
Y'all still embracing those seeking respite?
Also, please count me in on whatever we end up doing for -t.
Yes, erika, it does, and this is supposed to be one of the nation's most upstandin citizens. Whatev.
{{{Beastie and Jilli}}}
Of course, Jen!
Beast~ma to Jilli. Poor guy. He must be uncomfortable.
