...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)