Taking notes along the way
the ups and downs of sharing life with two canines
I will be 55 tomorrow. Have yet to adjust to the 50s. The 40s still felt, if not young, at least pre-middle ages. But 50s butt up against the 60s, which is Social Security/Medicare territory and no I’m not ready. I know, I still have 5 years left to kid myself that 50 is the Read More …
T-storms last night and this morning. Rumbles. King would have been pacing, pawing me, trying to climb onto the bed. He hated thunder. Over the last few years, he even grew restless as the pressure changed. Gaby…sleeps. Unless it rumbles hard enough to rattle the house, she pretty much ignores storms. It’s strange, getting used Read More …
Ya-flippy dippin’-hoo. Awoke around 8ish, and started getting prepped for a busy day of shopping and working when Gaby threw up on the hallway rug. Yellow liquid with foam. Good old bile, which had built up enough to irritate her tum because she hasn’t been eating enough. She had yet to eat breakfast, and hadn’t Read More …