Hey Kate.
The little idiot is okay. There were about 4 days of...um...evidence...that his upper intestine was really irritated...and actual glass reappeared...but he weathered it with aplomb. I, on the other hand, was pretty freaked.
Canned pumpkin to the rescue, once again.
Thanks so much for asking...it's kind of you to be concerned.
He's asleep right now...curled up in a donut in his doggie bed beside me. Sigh. I seriously never thought I could love anything/one so much in all my life.
Oh, man, I'm so glad he's all right! I was really worried when I read your post. Poor little guy.
Aw. Thanks. Me too.
edited to remove an unnecessary rant. Everything turned out okay and raging against the person I think is responsible isn't going to do me any good.
::goes to get dustpan and broomlet...and heads out the door::
Glad you liked it!
Indeed! And Beej, I'm so glad to hear that Bartleby is ok. I don't think I said anything earlier, but I was concerned and sent ~ma.
That's some powerful stuff, the Buffista ~ma, I tell you what.
A minister I know is fond of saying miracles are only surprising to them as don't know.
Where the good wishes of this group are concerned, I believe
Kate P!
You are not forgotten Secret-santawise.
(and I guess its no longer a secret. but it is misplaced. and you will get a present. soonish.)
Aw, yay! I'm excited to get a Trudy-gift!
I hate you glass-is-half-full people.