so. those aren’t in the right order but, I always lead with the cheeseburger. I was collecting the recycling earlier today and donned a ribbon from a box of chocolates. for the thrills. Today’s walk at the park was less walk and more watching Jazz eat grass and then throw up. I think she’s fine-ish. She stole a hamburger bun from the counter. I was just proud of her.
I just have to run the garbage out and then it looks like I got Anon’d hard again. thanks, Anon! I’ll be answering soon.
oh. and the burger and fries were delicious. not pictured: the two beers I had while cooking for humans and canine.
Jazz really wanted to walk along the creek to nibble on new blades of grass. I usually avoid this area because it’s a place that is close to the trails but has some privacy and I don’t like to surprise people in their private moments of smoking pot and/or having sex.
but Jazz was right. we needed to walk the creek. there were hawks soaring above us and we didn’t interrupt anything but the herd of deer. sorry, dear deer.
when I got home I wandered to three different parts of the house. I think I’ll call this series. variety/spice/life.
we don’t walk at the park. we just go there and hold paw/hand.
Pictures cannot capture how rain soaked we are.
idk. here’s my face. maybe I’ll go to bed soon. or futon.
I explained Jazz’s cone to another group of small children at the park today. they all handle it very well.
little girl: why does she have to wear that?
me: she had to have surgery. This keeps her away from her stitches. She was sick but she’s better now.
little boy: she’s cute and nice but the cone looks really funny.
me: it DOES look really funny. I agree. she’s okay with that.
yesterday I made an active decision to not wash my muddy coat. too cold. need the pockets. but I remembered!
ate more strawberries
I walked out of the room when I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I watched Hannibal
I only post about walk now.
the backseat is easier for cone loading and maneuvering but that doesn’t stop her from PUSHING into the passenger seat as soon as I start driving.
She required full use of the futon today.
I was going to try a tiny walk at the park with her but it seemed like the car ride to drop Murble off really tired her out. I’ll wait until after her next vet appointment on Monday.
I think HotNeighbor lives with HotWife and HotBaby. This was a disappointing realization, as the last time I saw him, I decided he looked a bit like Tyler Hoechlin and that I needed to keep an eye on him for our dear runeybadger.
I have a strong urge to color, embroider, or bead the flowers on this sweatshirt I bought a few weeks ago. Maybe I’ll do it when I inevitably spill something on it.
On my break from JazzCare I sat outside with another dog. Because I really know how to party.