You deserve truffle fries! (Kato should probably hold off.)

Darby is fine, but my friend C's dog Craig has the bordetella-pneumonia one-two-punch. All the dogs in her rescue group's care right now have canine flu, and some of them were in precarious shape to begin with. I can't imagine how the shelters are coping.

I know when my dad had his first bypass his doctor told him one of the blockages was in a vein (I think vein, coulda been artery) that typically causes no pain until it kills you. So I suppose that sort of thing might count for the level-changing business?

I really should know more specifics about what causes the enzyme levels to change. It's possible that a blockage like that would do it, too.

ION, walk postponed due to rain. Boo.

You deserve truffle fries! (Kato should probably hold off.)

He thieved ham the other day, in a move that was so bold I just laughed. I had leftover Easter ham, and pulled off the fatty part for the kitty, and in a really dumb move, she jumped off the couch onto the floor with it, and dropped the ham on the floor to eat it. Kato ran over, gobbled up the ham, and ran away. The reason it was so bold is that Slinky will maim anyone who tries to take her food, and Kato has NEVER tried to steal food from her before. I was kind of proud of his bravery.

And the kitty was just dumbfounded. So I gave her more ham, which she ate on the couch.

Hubby's first heart attack was probably at a gaming convention in Vegas. He said he felt sweaty and sick, then a woman grabbed him and shoved him in a chair. "I am a cardiac nurse. You're having a heart attack." But Hubby said, "No, I'm not." "You need to go to the hospital." "No, I don't." She gave him a dirty look and said, "Then you need to see a doctor when you get home." "OK."

He did see a doctor, who ran him through a bunch of tests and asked him why he was wasting the time of people who could be taking care of actual heart patients, sent him home, and less than a week later I was dragging him into the ER for his first official cardiac infarction--which wasn't officially declared until 20 hours after he went into the ER. Hearts are sneaky things.

My mom has had at least one stroke that she didn't notice. She was getting some tests done, and the readings all said that she'd had a stroke about a year earlier, and she had no idea when it had happened.

My mom has had at least one stroke that she didn't notice. She was getting some tests done, and the readings all said that she'd had a stroke about a year earlier, and she had no idea when it had happened.

Isn't that nuts? Heart attacks and strokes seem like things you should definitely notice. Sneaky as hell, man.

Speaking of fries, I had three glorious forkfuls of garlic mashed with parm and cottage cheese yesterday. Living on the edge, ITYW. I've done pretty well with the potatoes-tomatoes-ban on my diet. I make H get fries maybe three times a year, so I can steal four or five, and that's my annual potato cheat. But I'd been *jonesing* for garlic mashed for several days--to the point of dreaming about them. So he made some for dinner, and I womanfully stopped at three bites. But, man, did I luxuriate in those mouthfuls!

All best thoughts for Dad of Tep, Kato, and also Darby's fellow puppies.

Does the brontosaurus thing mean we get Pluto back next?

Also, truffle fries are always the correct choice.

I texted to ask if he got truffle fries, and he replied "Not yet."

we get Pluto back next?

I hope not. I'm on Team Tyson, all the way.