fubar with postwar miracles

Starbuck had surgery today for two mast cell tumors on her belly. They were pretty small, so I'm hopeful that it will all turn out okay, but we still have to wait until Saturday or Sunday to get her lab results back. She's home, and she's got a scar that she'll be able to tell awesome stories about to the other dogs at the dog park, but since it's on her lower chest/upper belly region, the vet recommended we put her in a t-shirt so she could lie down without aggravating her incision area.

So she's wearing an old Bar Sinister t-shirt of mine. She's not particularly happy about it, and the look on her face when I put it on her suggested that there was a special hell for people who tormented dogs by putting people clothes on them after they've already had a terrible awful no good very bad day. But she is able to lie down and look comfortable, instead of the stiff-legged awkward thing she was doing right after we got home.

I've been joking around for a while that I should make her a Viper pilot cosplay jacket - maybe I should actually get off my ass and do it!

Special. Hell.