So what have we found here
*blowing off the lint, crumbs and dust-bunnies*
He had a very tough weekend, but when we talked to the vet, it could have been much worse....you don't want to go there, especially the guys in the crowd.
Chuckbacca again, these photos are from 2007, but he looks like this still....
Where is that toy? Didn't they put one in this bag?
Youngest lost a molar this weekend amidst all the drama and goings on....these are older though, 2007 or so as well. We didn't think of snapping a photo this time.
Woops! There he is again the big fuzz-bucket! He and I did go into the hills today, and I got a photo of a well/pit someone built up there, but we'll save that for another day.
When I have slept more.
See that couch down there? We don't have that couch anymore; there was a considerable drop in elevation between the back and the front of the seat. Coupled with the entirely unmoored cushions, it could lure you into the idea that you were comfortable, but then creeping up on you would be the realisation that indeed, it was a couch from h*ll. Actually I have mislead you, because while the realisation of your discomfort was creeping up on you, you were creeping down to the ground while your pants were mysteriously creeping upwards giving you an automatic/anonymous wedgie. It was indeed the couch from h*ll.
The dog however? He creeps up on you too, then he licks your cuts/toes/eyes/hands and makes you realise how sweet he is. The man though is convinced that he is the Woody Allen of the dog world.
He is something of a Momma's boy.