Dr. Draper's Deep Court Save

So Luky is back from his long blogging hiatus. At least he's dictating again.

It turns out that he had several special experiences through his sabbatical, including surgery. Apparently he was getting sick a lot - like throwing up everyday, losing his appetite, and a few other unsightly and noxious symptoms. In the meantime, visits to the vet returned excellent reports from blood work, etc., so everyone was confused until we bit the bullet and opted for the expensive, barium tests.

There was some sort of mass showing up, but not one which could be identified by any of the usual, non-invasive means. Exploratory surgery was the only option. Luky just looked at us with that all-knowing, "I told you so" look.

A few days later he awoke from a half day of post-surgery recovery sleep and asked what the heck was going on. The surgeon had actually called us during the process so we already knew - they had removed a tennis ball on a rope from his stomach.

He was about to deny that he'd eaten any sporting goods during the months prior when Karen brought in a plastic zip-lock bag holding a half-digested, highly misshapen, bile-filled fuzzy lump.
Luky looked at it as if he had never heard of such a thing as a tennis ball, half-digested or otherwise, before in his life.

Karen just held it to his nose and looked him in the eye . . . "Your serve, sir!"