Oh, ya know…lookin’ at things, waitin’ for skateboards to breeze by. Life is tough. I hope your life doesn’t suck as much as Falcor’s.
If frisbee sessions with the pup keep ending like this, I don’t think it’s too early to wish for summer.
This neighborhood dog pile/humpfest rivals any I have seen. Not pictured: the three legged neighbor ladydog. We had a pretty amazing day.
This guy right here is a trooper. We played with his new indestructible frisbee post vet visit while getting pelted with hail, and I later discovered he tore up one of his pads on the pavement. Can’t stop won’t stop.
This Falcor doesn’t let you take rides on his back, BUT the one at the filmplatz in Munich does! Just found out that this is true and oh so real. A send-Caty-to-Munich fund started this weekend.
Falcor is so mad at me.
This poor cuddle monster has pink eye. Plans tonight? Not anymore! Constantly flushing his right eye with saline solution in hopes that he can dodge a trip to the vet. I’m too damn broke, yo!
I’m using neti pot saline packets and a free syringe that the pharmacist gave to me for free. The pharmacist is from the islands and told me, “Honestly, there was a pink eye outbreak at my high school, and none of us went to the doctor. All we did is flush our eyes with saline solution. People outside the US don’t go to the doctor for conjunctivitis”. I had a feeling that was the case, so here’s hoping I caught it early enough!
Unexpected first real snow for mandog upon arriving in Michigan.
He thinks he can catch all raindrops in his mouth, and intimidate them with barks and growls. Dumb.
I’ve created a cuddle monster. He sets these cuddle traps that are impossible to get out of without waking him. Curses!
