First a picture of Hugo (l) and Stan (r) having a chat about our bumper crop this past fall. Then we'll get onto talking about the here and now and all...
OK, so Stan the dog is still sick and we've still no idea what's going on. Concentrating is hard. Sonogram is Wednesday. One moment I'm convinced he's dying and the next I tell myself it's just a bad tooth and once the antibiotics kick in... But he's still not really eating so the vet said no more antibiotics for now and -- Oi. I'm just going to refrain from telling you our dog's entire medical history, tempted as I am to do just that.
My mom has been calling about 50 X/day desperate to hear, "How Stan is now? Or now? And how about, right NOW?" And I act annoyed but I'm actually thrilled someone cares about this messy mutt as much as I do. Below is a video taken yesterday in the country. It was a brief respite from dog worries as when Stan is out, he seems to perk up and somehow he's "full of the joys of spring" as my man says.
