Failing again. Failing better.
Whether it’s his big, brown eyes, peeking out from under droopy lids, wondering why we woke him up, Or it’s his stub of a tail , wiggling like mad, greeting me at the door, Or a soft whine from the floor, begging to be petted, demanding another belly rub, Or a soft snore from one…
…is a failure to communicate. You see, for a long time, Scotch was not allowed on the sofa. But, he has become older, sicker, and whinier. And, as Laura and I do not like to listen to whining (and as we are big suckers), we now let him up on the sofa. But we have…
Today is National Dog Day. So hug your pups, give them an extra treat, and be proud you’re not a crazy cat person. Here’s to you, Scotch! Celebrate with an extra nap.
So I got some sad if not entirely unexpected news from Scotch’s vet today. So while Laura and I are dealing with new meds and warning signs and whatnot, Reddit was there to cheer me up. So let me introduce you to: The Eyebrow King (courtesy of Redditor luckyliv1) and Freddy Kroger (courtesy of Redditor…
No real post today. Instead, I’m entertaining a very needy dog. In case you’ve never had the pleasure, this is pretty much what it’s like when you don’t pay attention to Scotch. I’ll be back tomorrow, if Scotch is feeling sleepy and gives me a few minutes.