We come from France...

In what could NOT have been worse timing, our &*#$#%^! vet decided to remove some "old guy cysts" from Galileo when he was under anesthesia getting his teeth cleaned last week. What was purely cosmetic turned into a nightmare, and now we have a little "Frankenpuppy" with 10 different shaved and stiched spots....one of which tore open and required an emergency trip BACK to the Den of Horrors (AKA the Vet) with a hysterical dog Mama leading the way. Poor little buddy's world had already been rocked with all the packing and general mahem, and now he's been in pain and having to do his best Beldar the Conehead impression! It's been a week of Bichon suck-fest, but he's nearing the end, should get his stiches off Monday, just in time for Mama and Daddy to leave him and go on vacation. The guilt!!!

I took a moment off from packing to check email and clearly someone needed some snuggling (it heals all wounds, dontchaknow):
Poor little guy. And @!%@$! stupid vet. I think we've officially broken up with him for this.