Tim’s birthday was Saturday, but he has a busy schedule right now, so we arranged to have his birthday dinner on Friday night. He looks very serious in this photo–almost as if he’s having to balance a bunch of my paintings on his head (more of my genius photo skills at work)–but in fact, it was a fun night filled with plenty of laughter. He, Tom, and I were joined by Lynne, Rhonda, and Lindsey. Sugar was with us, too, and wearing a Cone of Shame because she’s healing from an abrasion to her face, but I didn’t get a photo of her. She seemed to be tormented enough without flashes going off in her face.
Marika had told me that I was to put a unicorn on Tim’s cake:
Done! But Unicorn looks a little nervous.
Probably because the cake was the scene of the movie “Mythical Unicorn, Encroaching Dinosaur.” I’ll let you make up your own plot for that.
Silly animal fun.
Later, Tim returned to his house/dogsitting gig, and Lynne went back to Green Acres. Tom had noticed earlier that Margot had a little blood on her back. The last time this happened to a Compound dog, if you recall, Rex ended up with four staples. So while Rhonda was trying to figure out my most recent bad drawing in Draw Something, and Tom was keeping Lindsey company while she dyed her hair shades of pink, I used a warm washcloth to check out Margot’s back, just to be on the safe side.
EW EW EW. Same thing as Rex. Big wound on her side. The Brides kept me and the rest of the dogs company while Tom took Margot to the ER vet. The staple count this spring: Rex 4, Margot 5.
We think it’s the bougainvillea thorns, so Tom did a thorough pruning job on the branches the next day. Meanwhile, Margot has joined Sugar among the ranks of the Coneheads:
The dogs are sure these things happen to them only when Tim is away working. So they got together with a special T-shirt message for him:
Aww! I miss them, too! =)
I AM SUCH AN AIRHEAD. After all my grand plans, I missed the day!!!! Put my head in a cone, too! 🙁
You want to get stapled, too?!?
They can’t wait until you return! Oh, me, too, I suppose. 😉
Get well wishes to Margot — thankfully she didn’t want you to kiss her booboo.
Thank you.
It’s starting to really bug her now. She wants to scratch it. I’m not going anywhere near it!
Still laughing over the t-shirt message. Brilliant.
Thanks. Those are some sad looking dogs. You’d think their lives were full of hardships.
Poor Margot! I hope she is having a speedy recovery. (Do they have plastic surgery for dogs?)
Thank you. She won’t need plastic surgery. Her hair will cover the scars. She’s like a celebrity that way.
Poor Margot! I hope you have her insured?
Glad to hear Tim had a good pre-birthday get-together with his friends.
The funny thing is, we do have pet insurance for Margot. And we never use it. I’m an idiot.