Oh, I meant cheesecake pie, which was what msbelle said. I need to be Typo Girl.

Huh. Still never heard of it.

Nom, msbelle.

Back from Charlotte. P's wife who I stayed with is totally awesome, had a great time. I haven't unpacked the car yet, which I am totally blaming on tonight's thunderstorms. Now to prep for tomorrow and hit the sack.

My childhood best friend's mother always made the mini cheesecakes on Nilla wafers for functions. OMG NOM.

I sent the vet before and tonight pictures, and she's calling the swelling reduced. Holding pattern now, since the antibiotics are a 2 week duration.

And then, as I was emailing the vet in answer to a question of hers, he went and ate some of Loki's dry food.

He's going to make me insane.

Yay dry food! Go Mr. Kitty, Go!

You have a great vet-- how kind of her to look at pictures on her "weekend".

I can't speak more highly of Mt. Washington's Village Vet. The whole practice has been nothing but awesome.

I'm still pretty sure it is tooth issues, which are bad, but it buys time. We can try anti-bs until they don't work.

I hope Mister Kitty is okay, sara.

Had a big barbeque yesterday for the visiting boyfriend. Was a lot of fun, 20 people inc. adults and toddlers. Highlight as usual was seeing friends connect with other friends, finally getting to visit with my cool next door neighbors, and seeing 3 year old Tristan (boy) and 5.5 year old Sloane (girl) play together awesomely and non-stop.

The only bad thing is that Steve does not take me seriously when I say no human food for my dogs. So today, we spent the afternoon at the E.R. for Chile Pepper, who yelped at sitting/getting touched anywhere near her abdomen starting around Noon. She tore herself out of 2 muzzles, so had to be sedated for the x-ray. No obstruction, thank goodness. So home with heavy meds and monitoring. She is funny doped up. What isn't funny is that amount of the vet bill. I am pretty pissed but I really hope that having the VET tell Steve that no, giving dogs human food, is NOT cute and it's not okay and that he'll finally fucking stop. I am trying not to be too pissed, because he leaves tomorrow night. Maybe if he went into the kitchen and cleaned the 1/6 of the party mess (just the wine/drink glasses) that I left for him to clean, my mood would improve.

Or, you know, thank me for throwing him a huge, expensive barbeque.

Yeah, I am bitter. I also don't get to watch Lost until tomorrow night, after he's on the plane back to Boston. POOP.

Yay mister Kitty, keep getting better!

Poor Chile.

Glad for some good news, sarameg. I hope the antibiotics do their thing.

Timers ftw. I set mine for fifteen minutes and got my stuff from the weekend unpacked and put away. So I have a clear bed to sleep in. Frankie, otoh, is back sleeping in his crate after a weekend of being with me and is not happy about it. Poor pup.

Oh, javachik, that is so not cool. Did he even offer to pay the bill? And he didn't thank you or help clean up? ::gives S the stinkeye:: You best shape up and appreciate what you've got, mister.