Two Days in One!
I got up early, well, okay, I MEANT to get up early so I could be all organized about this, but both of the old guys needed to go to the vet. Zeus because even at his advanced age we still can't trim his nails at home. He fights us like a rabid squirrel, though the moment he goes into the Back Room of the vet's office, Sherry (our long-time trusted vet tech, friend to Alice, the nice lady who sat with us after Alice died, who had driven her down to the surgeon's that day and came back in rush hour traffic to mourn her. We'll always be grateful to Sherry...) puts the muzzle on him and poof, he's a different dog, just waits patiently for her to finish. At the end, he nudged her, asking to have the muzzle removed and of course, to be petted.

Meanwhile, I waited far too long in the exam room with Gus, who has a few extra lumps in addition to the million he already has. Our regular vet wasn't scheduled to see him, even though she's the reason we drive in rush-hour traffic to Sunnyvale. Um, that's not so good. I talked to Sherry and 2 seconds later our good doctor came in and pronounced his lumps Something To Watch but Nothing To Worry About. She also gave me some doggie valium for Gus, so he doesn't lick himself into a stigmata when we go to DisneyWorld, home of refillable mugs and skiff rides to town.

Loading the guys in the car for the return trip was a challenge. Gus was too tired to make the jump into Andrea's car (the only car right now with a plastic liner, she was nice enough to trade with me today so I could keep Guy in his pristine state for another day), he kept trying, then falling. I'd try to pick him up and help him in but that hurt his pride and he growled at me. Meanwhile, Zeus is already in there (had to lift the little squirt) and decided at that moment to make a run for it. Fucker. I used my lightning fast reflexes to grab Zeus and hold Gus. Not once, but twice. Fuckers. Gus finally caught his breath enough to get his front paws far enough into the car that I could just grab his ass (heh, Gus' Ass!) and load him into the car.

Gus stood in the back with his head between the headrests, giving me the Evil Eye. I gave it right back to him. When we got home, I made sure the front gate was closed thanks to Gus' Great Escape of 2002 but I took Zeus' leash off so it wouldn't be as bad once we got inside. Big mistake. He's not Al, who would wait patiently to go inside. No, once again the little bastard made a run for it. I grabbed him by the tail but let him go once I realized he was really trying and the gate was closed, I let go, let him think he was getting somewhere, then sent out the Bust O Gram.

Just when I thought the dude was getting older, he decides to have the Spark of Life, which is cool but man, it's hard to manage alone. The big one falling and growling while the little one tries to sneak out for an adventure of his own. Punks.