It seems like a mere two months ago my sister and bro-in-law were bringing the twins home from the hospital.
But, in fact, it’s been over 1,000 days since this duo came into our lives and made my tiny Grinch heart grow a billion sizes.
While I celebrated in spirit with them from Nashville, to say the twins were excited might be a tad of an understatement.
Because they’re banana pants (and have the energy of lightsabers on crack), the twins jumped their birthday away (too bad bouncy chair isn’t considered an Olympic sport or we’d have gold medal winners in the family).
But there was ample time to crash with seven month old
horse puppy, Spike after all of the festivities.
Speaking of puppies, Precious the chug spent some time with Ted and yours truly at the mini manse. When it came time to snuggle, Presh (or Pweshy, as the twins call her) reeked so badly that Teddy B. couldn’t be bothered to face her.
To ease the burden on my pussy’s nose, I dipped my fave chug into a bubble bath.
Being that I’m cuckoo over fucking cocoa puffs for my pussy, I’ve been hyper sensitive since his three week stay at the kitty cat ICU last August (and yes, I’m still making payments on it if you were wondering – and also yes, I am still without a job, so please feel free to send bags of cash my way). His ailments turned out to be treatable but he still is all skin and bones, so we headed to the vet just to double check.
Turns out my little Tedstar isn’t catorexic. But there is something ultra fishy (pun intended) going on in his lungs and we were sent home to wait on results. Thankfully, we had quite handsome company drop by to ease our nerves.
Instant anxiety remover.
My nerves took a different route and found comfort in a box of wine, as I tried to maul Ted back to A+ health.
We’re still waiting on the word, so please keep your paws crossed for us!