We all survived George's big day out. He came back slightly stoned, drooling from the Novocaine and with five medications. He's still not talking to me-sigh. Gracie, who was dismayed when George was gone for hours, hasn't left my side. Oh, the drama. Pets are a lot of fun- and work- and as I found out yesterday sometimes they are their own soap opera.
TGIF everyone!
That's funny that you named your dogs George and Grace. Glad they're reunited. They do have so many emotions just like people's.
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Awww...I hate taking my cats to the vet. I've had one come to the house the last couple of times, before my oldest cat passed away. Just much easier on her at that age.
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