in every day.
I mean SRS. That is really not that much to ask for, right?
So most every night lately has been looking a little like this..
And a lot like this..
My days, however, have been filled with stuff like this..
Which is totally exciting…and probably has a lot to do with why I am so exhausted.
So…a few months back i came across the blog of Greg Ham, an awesome illustrator with a knack of capturing the smallest details in a fun format.
But all his other (incredible) artwork aside…one of his images REALLY caught my eye.
BT Bee! © Greg HamBut back to the story at hand. I went to talk to a guy about a dog. And this is what happened..
Our little guy was a sheriff for Halloween 
I’ve never met a dog who gets so excited about getting dressed up before. You mention the word sweater around him and he about crawls out of his skin!
He’s not doing so well at the moment. For the last month he has had a sore leg that has gotten progressively worse and is now an almost lame leg. Two different vets and a set of x-rays that were not all that helpful, all point to the same thing…its a neurological problem. Something with his brain/spinal cord/etc.
We have another appointment on Monday morning with a neurologist who will hopefully be able to give us some indication of what may be going on. In the meantime, this little guy is soaking up all the attention and playing off his sore leg as much as possible. And pouting. As only a Boston Terrier can…
Puppy,
I love you…but when the vet tries to take blood to do tests it is NOT okay to try to do the same. When you do try and do the same, the vet tech will outfit you with a cat muzzle (because you have a squishy nose) and mummy will take photos to post to the internet.
He’s having a few issues with one of his back legs at the moment…unfortunately my little guy is getting older. He has a visit scheduled with the *shhh* V-E-T on Monday…fingers crossed it’s nothing too major.
the nest of the Gizmo.
Ahh yes…thats him in his natural habitat, in his pj’s and snuggled up on Poppy Jack’s side of the bed. Don’t mind the drool…it’s just a natural defense mechanism.
He’s a hard taskmaster…but someone has to do it, these Aussies are difficult to keep in line.
In case you weren’t aware, my dog is a big fat baby. A total sook. A mummy’s boy. A whinger.
But i love him so.
Normally ends up looking something like this..
It’s never easy.
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