Cathy in the Wright

Monday By Any Other Name Would Seem As Eternally Long

Like Lileks, we're having dog health concerns today at The Outpost. Our beloved Hoocher has had a small growth on his side for a couple of weeks. It started off looking like a scrape that wouldn't heal. It now looks like a strange sort of wart. The vet took a tissue sample today, and the preliminary peep under the microscope came back with the conclusion that all was not as it should be.

So poor Hoocher goes under the knife tomorrow to remove the growth. And he's having his teeth cleaned. If the growth turns out to be cancer, he's going to look good at the wake.

The vet didn't have any conclusions as to what it might be, but he didn't sound morose about it, so I'm not going to be either. But it's hard not to think of the possibilities and what life might be like around here without a dog. Who's going to howl at the UPS guy for me and leave short, gray hairs all over the furniture? Although I hear Mark Dayton might be looking for a job.

Aside from losing the companionship, I'd miss the feeling of security I get from having a dog around. Not that I need to worry. The Outpost is equipped with all the latest in high-tech surveillance equipment and has several beefy security agents on the payroll. Like this guy:

Right now The Senator and his friend are beating the poor thing like a rented mule. Good thing I fed Rex before company came.

Now I'm off to try and get The Senator and his friend to bed. I love sleep-overs. I get to be so dishonest. "No, kids. I couldn't find the tent. I'm pretty sure I loaned it to someone this summer and didn't get it back. Sorry. Guess you'll just have to camp out on the livingroom floor without it."

Finally: Best wishes and speedy recovery to the First Mate!

Posted by Cathy at February 14, 2005 08:16 PM