Cheryl, Be Well

Juno wishes you a good surgery, a speedy recovery, and years of happy walking in the future. If she were there, she'd lick you, which she is convinced makes everything better.


Boris wants you to know that if anything goes wrong, he can use his teeth in your defense. As you can see, this is an impressive threat.

If you don't need any bodyguarding, he says he can just help you nap. He's really, really good at napping. Also, at licking...things. But let's not talk about that.

And for the neo-Freudians among us (yes, Ann, that's you), here are Bobo toes. Freshly muddy from a summer rainstorm.

Be well, Cheryl. I know you'll be missed and that Some People are anxious to have you back ASAP.

Added Later: Honestly, it's amazing that Some People go on and on about how much they adore Cheryl when they refuse even the smallest request. For example, if someone was about to go into surgery, and she was feeling worried and needing reassurance...you'd sing a little opera, wouldn't you? Just a little? But Nooooooo, not Some People.

It's just sad. Friendship isn't what it used to be.