WOO HOO! Great news - all the way around!

The neuterings: BooBoo and Charlie

The boys went in for their morning "snip" and are well-rested. Both are doing absolutely fine with ZERO complications. Just the way things should be. Both were offered an afternoon mealie treat because that seemed only proper. I asked my vet how they did, and BooBoo was a total sweetheart. No problems at all. Not even a crab; however, little Charlie, haha, oh dear! I was told that he had quite a lot to say, and that he crabbed his little head off. No nips, no bites. He just didn't want to be bothered, haha. My poor little guy... anyway, all is well for the boys!

The rescues: Beaky and Peepers

Even more good news! Wow, this has been a truly wonderful day! Last night, I offered the girls their BML as a licky treat, and I handed them each a BML-dipped pea. They LOVED that! I held them awhile, and (yes, I know, I am probably spoiling them) then I offered them a BML-dipped nip of corn, and they loved that, too! When I checked their plate this morning - it was nearly clean. YES!!! They are eating, and they are being cute and lovable to boot.

The Escape Artist: White Fang

Well, well, our newest puppy let himself out for a romp this morning. We caught him outside his kennel taking a leisurely morning stretch out by the recently felled catawpa tree (we still need to saw that one up, but the chainsaw is "frozen" - we think the clutch slipped or something). There he was, in all of his majestic fuzziness... all sprawled out... lazily staring at us as we had our morning coffee. White Fang. Silly boy. Before John left for work, he walked Mr. Fang back up to his kennel/den, checked and repaird his escape hatch, and then went off to work.

Well, well... just as I was just getting ready to leave to pick the boys up from the vet's office, who did I see sitting out on the back porch? Mr. Fang, who had, once again, liberated himself. Well, now what is a girl to do? I had to get the boys, and Fang does not "ride nicely" so taking him with me was not an option (not without a giant crate). I knew that if I were to put him back in his kennel/den that he would only get out the same way he just had... and I didn't have time to go investigate the barn and FIX the darned place. Since I was only going 10 miles away, and I knew I'd be back within the half hour, I staked him out near the back porch free and clear of any entanglements, and I told him to be a good boy. I picked up the boys, hurried home, and as I pulled in the driveway, I didn't see Fang anywhere. Boy, was I mad! I thought, "Great, now what I am going to do? Drive up and down the road and call out for the sil---" . . . and there he was. Mr. Fang, ever the dutiful son, was all sprawled out on the back porch! I was so thrilled to see him that I bounced out of the car and gave him a good old-fashioned belly rubbing!

All of my furry kids make mom so proud!

John came home, and once again, repaired this last "escape hatch," which was a totally different Fangism... my little fellow is an engineer! He's remodeling his den, but, for now, all is well!