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Cratering

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Not too late for a Sundog pic, is it?

The old coot gave us another big scare this week, but he rallied. Again. We’re definitely not ready and it looks like he’s not quite, either.

Not too late for a Sundog pic, is it?

The old coot gave us another big scare this week, but he rallied. Again. We’re definitely not ready and it looks like he’s not quite, either.

Sundog, birthday edition!
We adopted Jake from a farm downstate. There were three mama dogs on that farm and all of them had litters at about the same time. It was kind of a casual situation, and by the time we got there, no one knew exactly which puppies had been born on which day, though they were all born in early January according to the farmer.
So, we decided to observe Jake’s birthday on January 8 since it was Elvis’ birthday. The codger pictured here is 12 today, which I think is longer than Elvis made it if you do the conversion, and after a couple of scares a while back (liver disease, splenectomy) is doing remarkably well for a big, old dog.
I’m going to take him for a long walk by the river in a little bit. He’ll snoot around under the oak leaf carpet, pee on every third tree, maybe eat a stick, consider jumping in the river to get a duck but decide to just bark at them instead, and terrorize all the squirrels. It’s a good life.

Sundog, birthday edition!

We adopted Jake from a farm downstate. There were three mama dogs on that farm and all of them had litters at about the same time. It was kind of a casual situation, and by the time we got there, no one knew exactly which puppies had been born on which day, though they were all born in early January according to the farmer.

So, we decided to observe Jake’s birthday on January 8 since it was Elvis’ birthday. The codger pictured here is 12 today, which I think is longer than Elvis made it if you do the conversion, and after a couple of scares a while back (liver disease, splenectomy) is doing remarkably well for a big, old dog.

I’m going to take him for a long walk by the river in a little bit. He’ll snoot around under the oak leaf carpet, pee on every third tree, maybe eat a stick, consider jumping in the river to get a duck but decide to just bark at them instead, and terrorize all the squirrels. It’s a good life.

Sundog, now with 100% less Cone of Shame.

Sundog, now with 100% less Cone of Shame.

Diagnosis: scratched cornea. The flash shows how his right eye is kinda swollen shut. Anyway, my poor guy gets the Cone of Shame for a week and drops for two weeks.   And Daddy gets the good scotch. Goodnight, errbody.

Diagnosis: scratched cornea. The flash shows how his right eye is kinda swollen shut. Anyway, my poor guy gets the Cone of Shame for a week and drops for two weeks. And Daddy gets the good scotch. Goodnight, errbody.

EATIN SUM STIX

EATIN SUM STIX