Monday, February 24, 2020

Wednesday, February 19, 2020

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Sunday, February 09, 2020

Friday, February 07, 2020

Harsh words and scattered syringes

(From a movie review I was just reading: "Rated R for harsh words and scattered syringes.")

Ugh, I've got to get off the social media. Getting embroiled in a long back-and-forth with anti-vaxxers on Facebook was not how I'd planned to spend 2020. In contrast, and confusingly, I also had a lovely interaction with a friend I only interact with on FB (i.e. if I quit FB I lose that connection, and it matters to me). I'm continuing my brutal cull of people and places that bring me down, muting and unfollowing ruthlessly. 

Clover isn't a fan of the new normal around here. It involves a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and being carried around a lot. No frolicking in the back yard, no off leash play times. Business-only leash walks. NO FUN. Added to our heartbreak is the knowledge that these are some of her last months (or, maybe, weeks) with Gus.

NOT A FAN

Wednesday, February 05, 2020

Little bird





The little sparrow-clover-dog has what's basically a basketball injury, a slightly torn ligament* (in humans, it's the ACL). Now we're dispersing daily meds to all three of these furry friends. She will be fine, but we face the near-impossible task of restricting her activity as much as possible for a month. 



*How did this happen? No idea, really — it may have been a crazy beach-running fluke, or that on top of a previous incident when Gus landed on her funny and made her yipe. The good news is that the rest of her is as sturdy as can be. I mean, aside from her fortitude. She gets a bit trembly and skittery at the vet.