This is a photo of my poor paw about 30 hours post-op. It’s wrapped up, doctor’s orders, until noon on the 3rd, which is fine with me, since I’d rather not see the Frankenstein’s monster look I’ve got going on under all the gauze. The shaky ink on my forearm is not a prison tattoo….
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My Own Little Protest Song
The (ahem) music from two houses over started up again last night, shortly after eleven, and continued intermittently until well after I quit reading at one and turned out my light. In honour of the sheer obnoxious volume and lack of musical skill shown by my neighbours, I’ve written my own protest song. I borrowed…
Blue Speckled Pup 