Supersoaker 2000.

Zeke and I had a fun week - we played with friends, did quite a few play dates, and in between I chipped away at the laundry mountain. But, today, I had to put my foot down, resist the invite from Jenn to go to Dutch Wonderland, and get my junk done before the weekend rush. First up, take The King to the vet. ("The King" is our first chi-chi, Otto. After 10 years and tons of lovin', he has earned the whoppin' good title of "King"). The King has had an eye sitch going on for WEEKS now - seems that a nasty infection took hold of his gorgeous baby blue, and it's been taking a while for it to clear up. So, Dr. Jane (our vet) has been checking on him weekly to be sure he's healing up nicely. By the way, major shout out to Dr. Jane - each visit has been a freebie - she's only been charging me for the meds - HOW COOOOOL IS SHE??? Lovin' her for sure. Anyway, in addition to Otto's eye conundrum, Timmy (chi-chi #2) has exhibited a limp in his right leg for about a week. Now, I don't know about you all, but I can't let a little defenseless animal limp, for God's sake. He needs help. And if I have to sell my house and move into my car for a few months while we pay off the vet bills...well, at least I have an SUV. Pauly, on the other hand, prefers the limp. Needless to say, Timmy went to see Dr. Jane with us today, too. (Pauly lost.) So, there we were: Zeke, me, and two chi-chi's making our way into a packed waiting room with some major pooches coming in for the kill. Apparently "chihuahua" is synonymous with barbecued spareribs in doganese. How do I know that? Well, the salivating German Shepherd and Rhodesian Ridgeback staring at my pups were the first two clues. Luckily, the vet tech behind the desk sensed the impending doom, and ushered us into the exam room STAT. As we were waiting, I was standing there talking to Zeke about what color lollipop he was going to get from Dr. Jane, when I felt something warm on my flip-flopped foot. I looked down only to see Timmy peeing on my toes. Wow. Not good. And that was only at 9:30 this morning. I couldn't get angry though because, you see, Timmy and I have a lot in common. We both pee when we get nervous.