Of course, to make the day even better, honey had to come home for lunch (I usually like to pack him a sandwich, granola bars, chips, sodas, etc just to be nice, but I was feeling ill this morning and didn't get up in time). He walks in the door and takes one look at Sugar (who at this point is Milking It, though I don't doubt her pain) and asks me "um, Dearest, what exactly did you do to the dog?" Sugar takes this as her cue to limp dramatically over to him and give him the woeful doe-like eyes treatment.... which of course earned her a doggie cookie shaped like a fire hydrant. Dad is a bigger sucker even than mom, apparently. She is still in pain, and I still feel like the Most Horrible Mama Ever, but I think wanting to mooch cookies is a good sign of recovery. |