Poor Sasha.  Right after Bailey died, I noticed she had a few lumps on her breasts, and my vet was concerned and wanted to operate.  We just got around to it on Wednesday.  She's had this done before, but for some reason, she seems more patheic to me this time.

The main reason she probably looks worse is because we've had to resort to the Cone of No Licking this time.  She seems to be licking more than she did before, and this is bad, because she has a 3 inch incision that we don't want her to rip open.  She also has her little leg bandaged where the IV went in.

The vet also did some dental work, and so any pain she was having in her mouth is gone.  In the last couple of days, her appetite seems to have returned (she had lost three pounds prior to her surgery, a combination of grief for Bailey, a staph infection and bad teeth.)  I feel glad that she's healthy.

I'm NOT so glad for my bank account.  I almost had enough money for my trip to Houston in my savings account, and of course, it went to the vet.  I'm still going, but dang... that's a lot of money.  That said, I would pay that every single month if I could just have my baby with me.  Don't tell my vet, though.

In other news (because I don't want to make this some sort of Dog Blog or something) I made a decision about five months ago that I have't shared here: I decided to leave my fingernails to professionals and stop biting them.  This has been largely successful, because my nails look nice when they are professionally manicured, and I don't bite them.  I always take good care of things that I'm paying good money for, so this seemed like a good thing.  And it is--except I went too long and my nails got unkempt looking and I bit one.  Stupid old habits!  So yesterday, I was in San Antonio and had a few extra minutes and decided to go have my nails done at a place I don't ordinarily use.

I had a guy who'd never done my nails, and he was apparently very, very upset with them.  My nails were apparently recently under a plant in Joan Crawford's mansion.  When he was buffing them with a tool that woodworkers use to grind corners on furniture, he didn't even apologize for the fact that I could feel the heat through the nail.  He seemed so take secret delight in my pain.

You know what?  My nails look fabulous.  What price beauty...

This Valentine's weekend, I have few plans except to visit a dog breeder to make sure my new dog is not the product of a puppy mill.  Have a great weekend whether or not you are in love.

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happy valentine's day...

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Have a marvellous Valentine's Day if only because it's Saturday. Those should be wonderful no matter what Hallmark says! :-)

So sorry about Bailey.. hope all is well with Sasha.. tell her "aunt Becky" send hugs and kisses.. Hope your valentines day was great..oh by the way, happy belated birthday!