My cocker spaniel, Buster, collapsed onto the kitchen floor shortly after dinner last night, and Maria and I have been going to and from the Emergency Vet in Carytown ever since. He’s doing better today — ambulatory and hungry, definitely wanting to leave and go home with us — but he has a mass in one of his sinuses that has to be diagnosed via CAT scan on Monday, and then surgically removed.

Needless to say, as the stoplight signifies, I won’t be blogging until he’s relatively safe, and Maria and I aren’t stressed like this.

See ya,
R