Hard Week's Month

Or something along those lines. I have no excuses. I've been busy, work piled up like dominoes, dog and family duties, and now Maddie in surgery for a series of tendons she busted running hell bent for leather after a coyote a couple weeks back. The surgeon guaranteed us an outcome that will have her back to her lil' ol' pistol self.

But not after 8–10 weeks of recuperation. In a crate.

Yes.

Shoot me now.

And Louie is certainly not going to be happy.

"Until the day I can once again play Doggie Smack Down with my sister and double team the squirrels with our ferocity, I will lie here in protest and refuse to move. But make sure I still get my snacks, okay?"

Typical Maddie. Always wants Louie's toys, sneaks in to get them, then walks away once she does. He don't care. He just wants her to looooooooooovvvvve him!

Thought of the Day

Haiku Monday: Forgetfulness

Mem’ries buried deep,

conjured suddenly. My name?

Grandma can’t recall.

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Miz Boxer is hosting this week, since she won last week's hot and heavy competition. Check it out. Don't forget now, you hear?