Hopefully it's just something she ate, and not a repeat of last summer ---> disaster.
So here I sit at 4:30am, cup of coffee, the news and a quiet house. Of course, my dog by my side.
Sometime I really wonder why I have these fleabags, these mutts...after all the pooping, shedding, drooling, water drinking, in constant need of attention and super expensive food and medication habit I deal with on a daily basis. But then I think about it, and I rememeber.
Silly, unconditional love.
|I gotta chokehold on you|