Had to hurry to scribble Saturday’s poem down at the last minute before I forgot. The words came to me quickly and kept trying to slip away.
And today we’re back to the vet because the puppy got his cone off and tore his stitches.
The heat of August is killing me.
Puppy got his heavy fur coat shaved today. I swear it took off about 20lbs. It’s easy to forget just how fluffy he is until we shave him down. At least he won’t have to suffer the heat, even if the poor boy looks ridiculous.
