So, last night around 6 or so the Furious Frenchman decides to send me a text in regards to
his dogs surgery. "Bean" had a large growth on his chest that needed to be removed. I guess
FF decided he wanted to share the success of yesterday's operation.
This is Bean, post surgery, doing well and heading to the next milestone of 14 years old:
Before the text came in I was thinking about a nice rare piece of prime rib for dinner,
a nice side of veggies and maybe a vodka tonic or two.. then my phone beeps with this:
WHAT! THE! FUCK!???? IS that thing breathing?? I bet Bean is 4 lbs lighter now..
Needless to say.. The Prime Rib was shelved and the vodka was increased.
I'm told Bean is doing well and will be back to farting and barking at nothing by Monday.
No slacking allowed and no going on dog disability.The Furious Frenchman won't alllow it.