Last night was rough, but Frances seemed to feel a bit better today. She was able to sleep comfortably. At one point, she and Polly were snoring in stereo.
Monthly Archives: April 2016
Ear of Judgment
We are well into “one day at a time” territory with Frances. She is still excited about food, and the Ear of Judgment is full of opinions, but everything else is grim.
Filed under Pets, Photography
Everyone’s a Critic
One of my cats decided to sharpen their claws on the book I’m working in. Jerk.
Filed under Art, Artist Books, Collage, Gluebooks, Pets, Photography
Chives Again
I love the pinky purple flowers against the intense spring green grass.
Filed under My Garden, Photography
More of This Crap
Franny’s recheck was not good. I knew it wouldn’t be, but I was hoping that even with her set-back, she would have been a little improved. Her vet thinks she’s worse.
For now, it’s more meds and more rest, while I try to figure out a better plan.
Filed under Pets, Photography
Oldladydog Gets a Treat
She also got to bake outside in the sun for a while. It’s still below PFP (Pit Bull Freezing Point), but I guess the sun felt good.
(I was supposed work today, but Frances had a bit of a regression yesterday, so I stayed home to keep an eye on her.)
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Sitting Sidesaddle
Frances was doing so much better. Slow progress, but it was steady. And now this afternoon, she’s limping and acting sore again.
Her re-check is Monday, but I just don’t know what to think. This dog is going to give me an ulcer.
Filed under Pets, Photography
Caturday with Piglet
Today is Dewey’s 24-hour Readathon. I have to work tomorrow, so I can’t do a full readathon. I’m doing a half-readathon, instead.
Filed under Photography
Work and Reward
The skeleton of my couch. It’s totally trashed (thanks, jerk cats!), so I needed to haul it out to the dumpster, but I have no truck or help. I figured I could take it apart. It was made of cardboard and the crappiest plywood and pine, held together with 4″ staples. And now it’s gone.
I have an old futon frame that’s super low to the ground. Once Frances is healed, a lower couch will be more safe for her to get on and off.
My apartment feels like a crappy dorm now, but Frances will be safer, and that’s more important.
My reward for working my ass off today: Netflix and a cupcake.
Filed under Photography
red paper boat 