The name of the game this weekend was anxiety!

Poor Murphy had to have a "mass" removed so we dropped him off at the vet Sunday morning. They removed the mass and we picked him up Sunday night, I am so happy to report that all went well, and the worst part of it for him seems to be... the cone of shame. He's got some pretty good pain killers, so I don't think he hurts, but he keeps bumping into things and getting stuck. He normally waits until we're asleep and jumps up on the bed to sleep with us, last night I waited up until he tried to sneak in, and gave him a hand. I couldn't bear denying him that comfort- even if he did leak gross dog pus on our duvet... laundry!

Look at how big this thing is!

So, one anxious day, one removed mass, a dental deep cleaning and a whole lot of greenbacks later, murph is home... but he's mad at me for leaving him there alone. Strangely, he doesn't seem to be mad at Josh. I guess I'm just the fall guy.

The one funny thing about Murph being gone for a day, was the way the other pets reacted to his absence. Normally they don't interact that much, but Kitty yelled at us and looked and looked around the house for him (she always does this when he's gone), and Tiber whined and moped. Apparently Murph is the guy keeping it together on the furry front. Who knew?

(Speaking of Ty, how cute is this picture of his nose sticking out of his kennel?)

I did a little take-your-mind-off-it baking this weekend; click through to see my Challah bread.