Sophie is Perfect and Fine

No cancer here.

She was only kidding when she started puking and pooping, a lot.

Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

There is still something wrong with her liver, because of it being too small and all.

But provided she feels great, like she is now, she will simply take a liver support ...



... and continue to be fabulous.

Sophie Goes to School

She doesn't go to class with me. She usually hangs out with other profs while I am in teaching, and then goes for a big hangout on the campus lawn afterward.

Here she is lounging with the dead nuns, who live next door.

Here, she is just looking gorgeous.

We are still waiting for the results of her biopsy, so don't know yet if her world will be turned upside down.

In the meantime, Sophie promotes good health by feeding her tennis ball addiction. Beats smoking.

Here is me last week on Av. de Chateaubriand in Montreal,
with all my furs intact.

Here is me today, on Rue Marie Anne,
after furs were stolen.

Here is the wacky yard around the corner from my house,
for your amusement.

And just in case you are wondering about those missing furs, some lousy vet stole them and then did an ultrasound and a biopsy on my liver and lymph nodes. I've been feeling poorly. We know that my liver is too small and my nodes are too big (so whose been greedy?), but we don't know anything really until we get the biopsy results. In the meantime, I am doing really well, now that I am not puking or pooping, and think this is all a bunch of hoopla for noopla.


Sending only happy thoughts and all our best wishes to Wally's family in DE and NE.