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[ChasSmith]

Happy Birthday, DR Chas!

Thank you, DR Laura!

[ChasSmith]

ATTENTION HHW!!!!!  TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF OUR OWN DEAR READER CHAS!!!!  EVERYONE SAY HELLO CHAS!!!

HELLO CHAS!!!


ON THE COUNT OF THREE I WANT EVERYONE TO GIVE CHAS A GREAT BIG HHW YEEEEEE HAAAAAWWW!!!!

1.........2...........3


YEEEEEEEEEEEE     HAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW

Am I in the bar at Disney's Riverside Resort listening to Yee-Haw Bob?  Thank you very much, vixmom!

[ChasSmith]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Happy Birthday to our DR ChasSmith  !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much, sir.  And what a great card!  Thanks again and again!

[ChasSmith]

A most Happy Birthday to DR ChasSmith. All the best to you.

Thank you very much, DR Michael!

[Jane]

And I didn't even make Chas sit in a saddle and wave his napkin in the air

😃

[Jane]

Thatch at least has both eyes open today, so before I give him his meds, I'll see how they are progressing.  He makes me laugh constantly as he tags along with Annabelle.  He either struts or trots, and since he doesn't have her jumping abilities or grace yet, he often looks as though he's flailing after her.  I can also see that he's patterning himself after her, so in that way she has become his mother. 

I wish she'd learn from him about litter box tidiness: he is really intense about burying his waste and I think it may be a product of his feral roof-living days.  He digs deep trenches before he does anything, scoops as much litter possible over it, sniffs it, buries it again, and then decides if he's covered his tracks.  Annabelle drops a really stinky load, buries nothing, and walks nonchalantly away with absolutely no concern that the air on this side of Central Park has been seriously threatened and lives are endangered.

😀

[elmore3003]

I'm on my second cuppa coffee, and I've got Thatch's meds all ready laid out.  I'm waiting for the Gerbers to warm up a tad before I administer them.  I've got the water heating up to dissolve Annabelle's half of the Famciclovir tablet.  I think I may use a new syringe for her.  These are great!

[Jane]

We have been doing our best to keep our balance and watching 10-15 foot high waves.  So far I am handling it well.

[ChasSmith]

Thatch at least has both eyes open today, so before I give him his meds, I'll see how they are progressing.  He makes me laugh constantly as he tags along with Annabelle.  He either struts or trots, and since he doesn't have her jumping abilities or grace yet, he often looks as though he's flailing after her.  I can also see that he's patterning himself after her, so in that way she has become his mother. 

I wish she'd learn from him about litter box tidiness: he is really intense about burying his waste and I think it may be a product of his feral roof-living days.  He digs deep trenches before he does anything, scoops as much litter possible over it, sniffs it, buries it again, and then decides if he's covered his tracks.  Annabelle drops a really stinky load, buries nothing, and walks nonchalantly away with absolutely no concern that the air on this side of Central Park has been seriously threatened and lives are endangered.

That knock on the door could be the Air Police, DR Elmore!

[elmore3003]

Thatch at least has both eyes open today, so before I give him his meds, I'll see how they are progressing.  He makes me laugh constantly as he tags along with Annabelle.  He either struts or trots, and since he doesn't have her jumping abilities or grace yet, he often looks as though he's flailing after her.  I can also see that he's patterning himself after her, so in that way she has become his mother. 

I wish she'd learn from him about litter box tidiness: he is really intense about burying his waste and I think it may be a product of his feral roof-living days.  He digs deep trenches before he does anything, scoops as much litter possible over it, sniffs it, buries it again, and then decides if he's covered his tracks.  Annabelle drops a really stinky load, buries nothing, and walks nonchalantly away with absolutely no concern that the air on this side of Central Park has been seriously threatened and lives are endangered.

That knock on the door could be the Air Police, DR Elmore!

LOL!  I do worry about that.

[elmore3003]

DR ChasSmith, I wish you were here with your camera skills.  Thatch has navigated his way to the window with Annabelle and they are fascinated by a big white pigeon trying to fit onto the window sill to grab some bird seed.  His wings are flapping like crazy.

[John G.]

Good morning, all.

[John G.]

Happy birthday, ChasSmith! Hope it’s a great one.

[John G.]

You’re welcome, Michael. Wish I could do more.

[John G.]

TOD:

DVD: Brigsby Bear, more Dickensian episodes
CD: Various Carols for a Cure
Car CD: Alice McDermott’s The Ninth Hour

[Jrand74]

Happy Birthday DR CHAS SMITH!

[Jrand74]

Friday!

[Ginny]

Friday morning greetings!  Today I'm going to line up some baking and cooking and grocery shop accordingly. 

[Ginny]

Happiest of birthdays to DR ChasSmith - it's a great week to have a birthday!

[elmore3003]

After I gave Thatch his meds, he chased after Annabelle and literally jumped onto her back.  Then he fell off.  That took the wind out of his sails.

[elmore3003]

No word from Jason, so I guess I'm not seeing him today.  I'll call Joshie about lunch.

[ChasSmith]

Happy birthday, ChasSmith! Hope it’s a great one.

Thank you, DR John G.!

[ChasSmith]

Happy Birthday DR CHAS SMITH!

Thank you, sir!

[ChasSmith]

Happiest of birthdays to DR ChasSmith - it's a great week to have a birthday!

Thank you, DR Ginny!

[Jennifer]

Happy Birthday to DR ChasSmith!

[FJL]

Happy birthday to dear DR Chas!

[ChasSmith]

Happy Birthday to DR ChasSmith!

Thank you, ma'am!

[ChasSmith]

Happy birthday to dear DR Chas!

Thank you, DR FJL!

[ChasSmith]

Back from a couple of errands, and waiting for - supposedly - "less than an inch" of snow to fall from the sky between now and (of course) show time this evening.

[George]

I'm on my second cuppa coffee, and I've got Thatch's meds all ready laid out.  I'm waiting for the Gerbers to warm up a tad before I administer them.  I've got the water heating up to dissolve Annabelle's half of the Famciclovir tablet.  I think I may use a new syringe for her.  These are great!

That looks exactly like what the vet technician gave to me to use with Neve's ointment.  I was successful again this morning!  And the t-shirt trick really helps!