Drake and Widgeon Go To The Vet!!!

The boys went into work today to have their annual vaccines and a teeth cleaning. Widgeon has had a mass on his front left arm for a couple months now. We also have been complaining about bad dog breath and nasty teeth for awhile. It was just time to take it off and get those pearly white look like new again. So this morning we headed to work with empty stomachs and sad faces....No big surprises or much exciting happened....however, I am embarrassed that these are my dogs at the moment. Widgeons teeth were disgusting I can't believe I have let them go this long and Drake....oh Mr Drake....fatty...fatty....fatty. He weight 83lbs... twenty pound more than he did last year at this time. While he needed to gain some weight last year after many months of vomiting and diarrhea...I don't think the magic number was twenty. SO...I guess that means we will just have to get out and do some more exploring and excercising (maybe not top off the old cup of food for a few months) Widgeons mass removal went well. He's such a boob though. there are few patients as upset and beside himself as Widgy is. He never want to go in a kennel at work unless he is the patient then he runs and hides...he drools like crazy and wines....poor Mr. Widgeon. I;ll have everyone know he topped the scales at 100 ibls today. I think while I wouldn't call him overweight he needs to get on the doggy treadmill as well. Here are some pathetic pictures of the boys after we got home. The are both in bed and sleeping soundly....Mama won't be too far behind...

Droopy eyes...

Widgeon....looking a little star struck...

Is it bed time yet.... (its been bed time all day)

Mama's handsome not so brave boy

Wheres dinner ma......

Pearly whites...
Chompers back in order....

Mr. Widgeon's sutures from his mass removal

Jen (my office manager/friend at work) put Widgeon's mass on her face and thought it would make a great mole!!! Creepy

Fast asleep....haven't moved since I started writting the blog...not sure where I'm going to fit in to that bed or Robert either when he gets home from poker with the boys....