Last week, I wrote about my queasy venture into acupuncture for my stupid slow to heal left hand. Remember, those of you who are new to Blue Speckled Pup, I am seeing a licensed physiotherapist for treatment, not poking myself with sewing needles and barbeque forks at the kitchen table. Still, the idea of sitting…
Tag: busted hands
The Sleep In
I got up this morning the second time Sherman poked his snoggy pink snout into my shoulder. He’ll go away once: it’s like snooze for mutts, but when he comes back and nudges me another time with his nose I know he’s feeling quite serious about wanting to go out. I put the speckled one…