You think maybe Amazon has them?

Oh my god, the dog is making me insane.  He’s clearly feeling better and at this point, My Honey and I are force feeding him pain meds just to calm him down.  I’m going to have a dog addicted to narcotics and I don’t even care. 

I spent perfectly good money on his surgery, and of course, I don’t want anything to happen to him for real.  But if a cartoon anvil should happen to fall on his head, I’d be totally OK with that. 

Because I don’t want to be the cause of anything happening to the dog, he’s still wearing the cone on his head to keep him from licking his incision.  What it means now that he’s feeling better is that nothing is safe.  He’s barreling around the house with his usual mania, only his head is eighteen inches wider than he’s expecting it to be.  He nearly took out the open dishwasher this evening after dinner.  Not to mention my knees.  At one point he careened past the table while we were eating and literally shoved Sassy’s chair several feet using the cone as a plow.  All of this to chase the cat.

And the cat is doing it on purpose. 

This cat of ours hasn’t been this active in years.  Usually he only comes out during potential feeding opportunities or to keep me company at night.    But for the last several days he has taken a great deal of fun in appearing behind some innocuous obstacle, taunting grin on his smug, feline face, all with the intent of enticing the dog to do his doggie best.  That’s why I have miscellaneous furniture strewn about my house.

And in another exciting development, a doorbell rang on the television tonight.  Roscoe came hauling ass down the hall and baying as threateningly as possible when one is a cartoon.  Only now, he has his very own amplification device.  If Ava and Kelli thought my house was loud before….  Deep sigh.

I’ll bet the Coyote’s ACME Anvil Company has free shipping this time of year.