Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Poor Bob.


While we were gone, Bob had a run-in with a rose bush. He captured a thorn in his neck, and developed an abcess. Ouch! Looked like a goiter.


Ross took him to the vet today and had it drained. Da boyz are afraid of the vet. But, apparently, Bob was very brave. Slick cried like a girl. I expect they'll both sleep well tonight.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Poor guy! Why did Slick have to go? Just to keep things fair?

Carolyn Hansen said...

We've never left either one home alone. It's habit!