Mammal Mondays: Christmas Mouse of Doom

In the festive spirit of melodrama, please meet Leroy’s Christmas mouse (of doom). I think we’ll call him Dwight. Dwight ended up under the tree because I took my momma shopping to the local feed store/farm mart where I buy Sherman’s fancy kibble and non-fancy bully sticks. We walked up and down the aisles, while…

Bruised and Bandaged

Hi. I am counting the hours until I can take off the bandages tomorrow (16) and coming up with bad jokes about my bruising. Between the purple and the puffy, my poor paw is pretty pathetic. You’ll be relieved to know my alliterations are so far unaffected. I don’t recall being this bruised last time,…