smonster, you don't have to report if you feel uncomfortable, but the other owner should definitely pay for any vet bills.

I agree with the others; it might be hard to track him down, but I'd have a copy of that vet bill in my pocket every damn time I went to that park. Especially since if the owner is that fucking careless, who knows when the last time his dog had his shots.

Also? If your dogs doesn't like other dogs, even if the type is small penguin-shaped dogs that smell like violets, buy a long damned leash and keep your dog on it.

Poor Frankie. Poor you.

Dear My Lovely Buffistas Who are Helping Me with my Costume:

I am loathe to bother people who are DOING ME A HUGE ASS FAVOR, but I just wanted to remind you that I leave in 11 days for the event. And my costume is SAD right now.

Signed, Oh, God, Please Don't Take This As Me Being a Bitch, But Being a Worrywart Virgo Erin

LOVE LOVE LOVE NOT BITCHING

even if the type is small penguin-shaped dogs that smell like violets,

Erin made me snort in the vet waiting room.

Erin, do you need anything besides a corset? Crazy jewelry, tiara, or anything? Glitter?

I don't think it'll be that hard to track him down. Everyone loves Frankie, and I'll be warning all my doggie peeps to keep an eye out.

Hil, thanks for the injera name. That's the stuff. I wonder if I ate too much of it. Dunno either way, yummy dinner.

Those can not be pix of Ryan! That child is far too big. Ryan is this wee lil thing. (but he still is adorable!!)

Hope Frankie is ok.

Ryan is going to be a handsome fellow.

smonster, if you have crazy jewelry and a tiara, the answer would be HELL YEAH and THANK YOU! Most of my jewelry is pretty, but it's Erin Jewelry, not costume jewelry. One caveat -- no chokers. I can't wear them -- I think I was strangled to death in a former life. They make me panicky.

The friends I'm going with are Burners, so we have glitter and Swaroski crystals and awesome makeup out the butt. (Er, probably literally after the evening -- I'll find glitter EVERYWHERE for weeks.) But my girlfriend is a leetle bit smaller than me in the hips and legs, so I'm coming up with my own costumes pieces. Which reminds me -- I have to take something into the dry cleaners this week.

And the tiara I had I took to my classes and it was worn by so many students it kinda broke.

(and I'm glad I could make you laugh in the waiting room.)

Hmm, shoot me an email and remind me of what elements you've got, and I'll see if I can put together a lending and/or gifting package.

We're back home. They shaved the area, flushed it, put in one staple and gave me antibiotics and pain pills for him. Now that the adrenaline is gone for both of us, I think I'm going to take a snugglepup nap. There's a second line parade going through the neighborhood that I wanted to catch; hopefully I'll feel like it later.

Also, last night I tripped and fell and scraped a nice chunk out of my palm, and several people have already asked if I got bit, too. (Thank god I didn't, I know I could have easily.)

I'll take a large order of bubblewrap for me and my dog, thanks.

Oh smonster and Frankie! I hadn't read this when I texted you earlier... I hope you guys have a very nice rest of the day.

TCG and I had dinner tonight with Karen (I can't remember her board name since she hasn't posted here in a while) and her BF at a fabulous English Pub

It's her DH, right? Yay Jars!

Thank you for the kind thoughts about Byron everyone. It's just hard. We are both sad, but right now he appears to be comfortable and is himself. He's 17 so we've known for quite a while that he may not be around for a long time, but it was shock to get up on Saturday morning, see a spot of blood on his fur, and then discover after a short vet visit that it's a recurrence of his cancer. I'm going to call our regular vet on Monday and get him in to see her mainly to find out what kind of timeline we are looking at and to make sure that he's not in pain. The neither of us want him to suffer. We're going to miss him terribly. Kristin has had Byron since he was a few weeks old, and I've known him since Kristin moved out here and he has long since made me one of his humans. He's a smart, affectionate, and sometimes cranky old kitty and the house won't be the same without him.