A couple months ago, we noticed a tumor on Red’s lip. It wasn’t very large–maybe the size of a small lima bean, but as we watched it, it kept getting larger and larger with each passing week. We decided that it was best to get it removed since it was in an area that might eventually start to bother him. After talking to our current vet, the price he quoted us was ridiculously high. I know that procedures, especially for pets can be pricey, but this seemed as though he had marked it up quite a bit since the last time we had a similar procedure done.
The good news is that as a result, we ended up finding a new vet (the Park Slope Veterinary Center) –one that is only a few blocks away. Not only this, but our new vet is so sweet and her love of animals just seeps out of her pores. Seriously–I love this woman! And what made me even more comfortable in our decision was when we brought him in for his second check-up, she came into the exam room and Red just started nuzzling her immediately. She fell down to her knees and started hugging him back. few weeks ago, poor Red had to have surgery. That’s the kind of vet I want for my dogs…someone who will love them as much as I do!
So, a few weeks ago, Red went under the knife. She actually found a second larger tumor on his back ankle and we went ahead and had that one removed, too. We received the news that both tumors were benign and our boy is cancer free, yay! But that didn’t stop him from giving us these pathetic looks for the whole week.
The second he got home, he curled up on his bed with his favorite ball…
Roots Cafe is my favorite place to go in our new neighborhood. The coffee is good (super dark…takes way more half & half than usual to get it to my ideal caramel color), but the sandwiches are what makes this place special. They have this turkey and goat cheese panini that is AMAZING. It’s so good…I’ll have to take a photo of it for Ello next time I’m there, since I was lectured about talking about food with no photo before.
That being said, the other reason I love it so much here is because of the vintage eclectic feel to its design. It has a ton of artwork (some really bad artwork admittedly) and antiques. It’s the perfect place to write on a cold, snowy day.
This story has nothing to do with Luna….but…
Sean decided it was time to shave his head again. I prefer long hair on him (not like Fabio long, but boy band long…long enough to style, but not so much that it hangs past his earlobes), so once a year he’ll grow his hair out for me. Last week, he got fed up with the long hair, so he decided to trim it. Only, he forgot to put the safety on his electric razor…so, now he’s bald. And I mean, he was BALD for the first day or so. Like Ed Harris Vin Diesel type of bald.
We went to breakfast at our favorite Greek diner for Valentine’s Day. We go to this diner SO OFTEN that the two weekend servers and the owner know us by name. And when we walked in, the one server looked at Sean and lovingly fawned over the new (lack of) hair.
“You look Puerto Rican!” she exclaimed with a thick Brooklyn accent.
“Really?” Sean and I both said at once.
“But he’s so Irish pasty…” I looked at her doubtfully and then whispered, “Really, you don’t have to say you like it just to be nice! We’ll still tip well…” I winked at her.
“I’m not! I really like it! But I’m Puerto Rican, so…”
Sean and I had assumed she was Greek because she looks SO much like the owner. We had assumed she was the Greek daughter of the Diner’s owner. And while I tend to worry about making such statements…always attempting to stay politically correct, Sean thought nothing of it. “We thought you were Greek!” He blurted out.
My head fell into my hands. Could this be offensive? Are we gonna be cast out of our favorite diner?
Luckily, she just laughed. “I’ve worked here for so long that I now consider myself Greek-a-Rican!”
Earlier this summer Sean and I were walking around Lafayette St in Brooklyn. Feeling a hankering for some java, we found this Connecticut Muffin. Neither of us had ever heard of the place before & we happily each got our cup of joe and split a grilled sandwich.
Both were really good…not anything mind blowing or fantastic–but good. Hit the spot. And thinking we had found a little privately owned mom and pop coffee shop, we went on our merry little ways. A couple of weeks later, while in Park Slope, we saw another Connecticut Muffin. And then another in Williamsburg. Apparently, the Connecticut Muffin is less a mom and pop shop and closer to a Starbucks type of chain corporation. You can imagine our disappointment, I’m sure. So, while it’s not an independent, it’s still good if you ever come across one.