It’s been a week since the itching has stopped. Dodo’s shredded right eyelid is healing and both eyes are growing his black hairs back. He’ll be wearing his full batman mask again in no time! The vet called me yesterday to check up on the situation. He said the best-case scenario he’s seen is one shot lasting 8 months. I’m HOPING that’s the case! At $45 a pop, it’s well worth a free-er Dodo, but I don’t want his kidneys to be unnecessarily strained. Now that Dodo can finally groom himself, he does a damn better job than me. He’s not shedding nearly as much, and he’s sooooo incredibly soft with all the dead hairs removed. The downside to this is that in the middle of the night some days ago, he spit up a hairball that can only be more accurately described as a hairlog. I jumped out of bed and got him onto the bathroom tile too late, and had to clean up the heavy log in the middle of the night. The sucker had weight. I was scared to let Mr. W see it but luckily nothing was waking him up.

In other Cindy’s World news, my college best boy bud Edgar (as differentiated from high school best boy bud Eric) had one of his annual birthday dinners this year. Dinner was at an interested Japanese hole-in-the-wall yakitori place, which is like shish kabobs in a miniature scale. We had chicken-n-green-onion, chicken-n-garlic, shiitaki mushroom, chicken gizzard, chicken heart, beef, pork, duck, quail egg yakitoris, and since we were in a Japanese restaurant, Mr. W and I could not resist sashimi. GREAT fish. GREAT food. The after dinner activity this year is not the usual bowling (thank goodness cuz I can’t bowl), but an outing at the outdoor bar of the beautifully landscaped Red Bar & Lounge at the Pacific Palms Resort. Now THAT would’ve been a great place to get married. It was great to catch up with old friends and meet new ones. Oh, and we didn’t drink at all. Maybe next time.

The birthday boy is blurry cuz he’s cutting his cake.