I was writing my blog and turned around to see Makea Nurse Fluffy. When the doctor takes my blood pressure, I picture Nurse Fluffy in my mind and my BP is perfect. My True Love tells me I’m cheating. I should cheat/treat myself more often.
May your heart’s desire be kind and fluffy.
Regards,
Tracy.
G’day, Readers. I hope you are all well and keeping busy. It seems I have lost the ability and will to blog at 3am. These days, 5pm seems to be my bedtime. It is all a bit strange really. I’m sure I have mentioned this before but it has been a long time between blog posts and I am sure you would have forgotten.
I’ve been watching a doctor show on the tele. The head doc is rude and his offsiders are pretty FITH. But they know their stuff. Amyloidosis, anyone? Since I am a real hypochondriac, it passes the time pleasantly. When I take my long list of ailments to my doctor, I get sent home with a fact sheet on menopause. What a cheek! Despite this, I am happy. A sure sign that I have really lost it.
However, continuing with all things positive, I thought I would overshare my dogs first bath in about three years. I bitch about my phone camera, but it sure does take nice dog photos. Makea had her bath last week when I was sleeping, so it was just Fynnie and Ama that faced today’s particular torture.
Actually, Ama was a little champion. She always is.
Plus, a well placed distraction.
Say cheese.
Excuse me!
Hope your day brings you a little slice of happiness.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
What a week it has been! Due to a series of unfortunate events, Makea dog found herself in a room alone with a lidless bin of dog kibble. As a result, she also found herself at the emergency vet for several days with an intestinal blockage and a gelatinous mass of dog kibble crushing her vital organs. Yep, she had bloat which is a serious medical emergency. After two days on IV fluids, she is home again and that mass is on the move. At least it was. I won’t be resting easy until she is back to her normal barky self. Touch wood, she has avoided complex and risky stomach surgery.
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I’m not the only one in the family with a tendency to storm off in a huff. When Makea has her cranky pants on, she lets you know. Read more
For Makea who turns 6 today! Happy Birthday my darling girl.
You are the sunshine of my life
Even when you bark aloud
You are the Lapphund of my life
I love you just the way you are-ah.
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 