I am a wreck. My Gavin baby isn’t home he’s in the veterinary hospital. We took him to the vet this evening. They are keeping Gavin overnight. Tomorrow they’ll fix the hematoma in his ear that his sister so nicely gave him. While they have him knocked out he’ll also get his teeth cleaned, have a wart removed, and his claws trimmed. We figured we might as well have it all done at once since I really hate to have him put under anesthesia.

    Baby sister Patty was looking for him when we came home. Therefore, to distract her and to tire her out we had her play fetch with her two favorite canvas squeaky toys until she was ready to drop. (She can’t play with them when Gavin is around—he’ll destroy them.) She’s now passed out and snoring.

    We are supposed to call the office tomorrow around eleven a.m. to see when Gavin can come home. This should be interesting since he’ll have to wear an Elizabethan collar for a while. I can hear Dear Hubby now calling Gavin such things as Bucket Head and Cone Head. Gavin doesn’t care what you call him as long as you call him for dinner.