My birthday is tomorrow...sandwiched between Friday 13th and the Ides of March...a double curse.
My fox terrier had surgery today for a recurrence of her tumours. She's in shaky condition, so most of my b'day will be spent nursing a dog recovering from surgery. Hubby is taking me out for a lunch at a restaurant perched on the rocks at the sea with a spectacular view of the bay and Table Mountain...and then it's back to my nursing duties.
Fortunately, Puddin' and the Maltese Mafia are rolling along just fine, so it's only the old dog (she's 16) that I have to worry about. |