Unexpected Events and a Wish for a Heart-Shaved Belly

In all my befuddlement – and excitement about chocolate cookies – last week, I forgot to mention that Mr. Moo had surgery. While my cousin was spending last Friday night glamming it up and looking beautiful in Roaring 20’s garb… …I was sitting at home soothing a very drugged up pooch, a boy who was not only high on pain meds but was voicing his feelings of confusion and betrayal with constant whining.  He wasn’t the only one who was thrown for a loop on this one. The doctor had pitched the procedure to remove a fast-growing growth like it would be a quick in-and-out operation, not the knock-him-out completely all-day ordeal that it turned out to be. We both pulled through, thankfully, but I was pretty sure that leaving my buddy at the doctor’s office unexpectedly was going to have me reaching for anxiety meds!  A week has now … Continue reading…