What up, pimps?
I figured since you were so darn sweet with your Farnsy well wishes, you deserved to see the gummy guy post-op. Here's a shot of Reggie, havin' a snooze today. Please note the shave job on his gam, where the IV was attached.
Dreamin' of poo sangweeches.
Here is photographic evidence of one of the FEW teeth that remain (this one has always stuck out like that). But dammit, what a great-lookin' tooth it is, isn't it?
As long as I gots ONE teef, I can still puncture skin.
I don't gots no tooths. I gots tongue.
On Thursday, when I brought him home, Farnsy was a doped-up fool. He actually looked like this, but a bit more Nick Nolte:
Is muh flight here yet?
Poor guy couldn't even walk. So, I took away the car keys, gave him a cup of coffee and told him to sleep it off. Right now he's on soft food til his gums heal. Poor guy can't even squeak his favourite toy. I've seen him pick it up and try, but - not quite there yet. But - he's a dog. So, he is eternally happy and not letting a gummy smile ruin his mojo. Good ol' Arty.
In other news - CHECK OUT MY TOMATOES, NERDLINGERS!!!
Not bad for a first-timer with a notoriously black thumb, yes? And none of these ones have the disgusting poo bum that my first tomato had. The second they turn red I am going to run out with a salt shaker and a bib and get my eat on like Meredith Baxter Birney in the made-for-TV movie, Kate's Secret.
And last but definitely not least - a ginormous shout-out to my friend Misster Kitty who was my date on Saturday night. And if you want to know what we did, you'll have to bat your eyelashes and ask him. Or just click here. ;) THANK YOU FOR A FLIPPIN' FUN NIGHT!
p.s. One more thing. Ma Pigeon laid 2 more eggs and her babies aren't even GONE yet. There is now an omelet at the bottom of our garbage chute. And I didn't even feel bad.