26 January, 2006

Untimely Injury

...my eyes beheld an eerie sight/ for my monster from his slab began to rise....

The dog(not my actual dog) has been Frankensteined. It's creepy looking. I wish he'd chosen a different week to have an emergency. My husband's birthday and my mother's are the same week, which entails cleaning, shopping and food prep, already my favorite things, right? And so the dog picks Monday to have some weird injury that made his head swell up like he's Pachycephalo-sirius, and he's been to the vet twice so far, and now looks as though he's had brain surgery.

If I were clever, I'd post some Photo-shopped monstrosity, but I'm not. You'll just have to use your imaginations.

(Monster Mash; Bobby Boris Pickett & The Crypt Kickers)

5 comments:

Paul said...

Could have been worse- during one of the aforementioned parties he might have started heaving onto the floor.

Actually, I can think of worse than that- but let's not go there.

Anonymous said...

you had to go all the way to GERMANY to get a picture of a golden????
me

Cybele said...

I didn't have to GO anywhere, actually. It's the 'net and everything is close.

Paul, I don't let the dog drink at the parties. I mean, he does, but it's not like he has permission. Like a teenager, I guess.

dantobindantobin said...

This post is a graveyard smash.

Inanna said...

Poor pooch and poor Cybele!