What To Say?

Yesterday was a post anesthesia blur. Today my head is full of all kinds of things. Mostly it says my bottom hurts. I got four moles removed instead of two. I have lots of sutures. I feel like I have an episiotomy from delivering the Incredible Hulk. The dogs remain first and foremost. Chip is not too good. He is eating some but everything comes right back out. He averages 6 to 7 stools a day. He looks like a Keith Richard dog. I have him down on the lowest dose possible for his medicine. I just keep watching him day to day. He loves the dog park. He runs and runs, sniffs butts and checks out the little girl dogs. He is a young puppy while there. The rest of the time he sleeps or poops. Sometimes he makes it outside and sometimes he doesn't. That makes him hang his head. Zeus is still living the fraternity life. He tries to sleep on all the couches, beds, and chairs available. A toilet is just a big water bowl to him. He barks by the toilet for you to raise the lid. Under the pool table is his favorite place to poop. That lasted about 2 days. I know have a barricade of beanbag chairs and folding table up so he can't get downstairs. He spent most of this morning growling at the beanbag chairs. Shelley is fine. She wants to eat everybody's dog food. She doesn't care Chip is dying or Zeus is new. Food is fair game and she will knock anybody down to get the last morsel. I hope to get some quilting and knitting done while waiting for my sutures to dissolve. Sitting for long is an issue.Yesterday I watched Lana Turner and Ava Gardner bat their eyes. Then I watched Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple battle crime. Today I have some Humphrey Bogart and Robert Mitchum DVRed. I am just not the same since Robert Redford got married last week. I thought he was waiting for me to be available.