These are the treats that I hide above pills in.

This is the shampoo that I have to bathe him in twice a week, leaving on his skin for at least 10 minutes. Have you ever tried to keep an 18 month old, 89 pound terrier in a confined space for 10 minutes? Good times.

This is where I found one of the pills. The treat? Well, at least he swallowed that.

This is the phone I used to make the appointment to the doggie dermatologist, (yes, DOG DERMATOLOGIST) my veterinarian referred me too.

And this ? I’m renaming him Spring Break Trip 2010. Cause that’s how I’m paying for it.

He’s worth every furry little penny……

I will feel happy, sad, guilty, every emotion you can think of.

In this week, my parents will celebrate their 42nd wedding anniversary.

I will turn 40 , and celebrate with friends on the 5 month mark of the death of my beloved.

The dog that Gregory wanted so badly and is such a comfort to me now will be a year old on Saturday.

I’m excited to see my friends, but I’m also mad.

I’m mad that I’m not checking into the all-inclusive resort with Gregory to celebrate my birthday.

I feel guilty about celebrating getting another year older when he will never have another birthday , ever.

I’m jealous of my parent’s having the luck to spend 42 years with the person they love when I will never have that, but so happy and proud of them at the same time. And I feel guilt for the jealousy.

I’m sad because this will probably be the last one they will celebrate before the effing gd s-o-b cancer takes my Daddy away forever.

And I’m scared because I don’t know if I can take losing my husband and my daddy, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to be strong enough to help my mom.

And even though I’m excited and tweeting about #kimberday and all that, deep down?

I’m terrified.

And the one person who could make it all better is never. coming. back.

And I’m mad as hell about it.

Work was work, and other than stopping by Costco and Stix for takeout I didn’t really have anything going on.

So far it’s been a good day, now on comes the night.

When I got home, the two perro locos (crazy dogs) were eagerly awaiting my arrival and proceeded to greet me in a manner befitting the princess that Gregory told me I am many times over.

I unloaded everything and then sat down for a few minutes to see if I could catch the Yankees game.

My boys decided to play.

I took these pics with my iPhone.

They look like they’re smiling.

It made me smile.

I hope it makes you smile too.

Look at the dork in the pink hat…..

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