Meredith, Maggie and Mommy have all been sick and tired of late. Moving is hard, even when Daddy does most of the work. It's also hard to have some sort of tasmanian death virus. It's also hard (speaking for Maggie now) when 2 neighborhood punk dogs beat you up in your own backyard and the vet shaves you half-bald and you're scarred (physically and emotionally, I'm sure) for life.
We're heading for the hills this weekend and plan to be healthy, happy and well rested by next week.
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Poor baby. I'm sorry y'all are sick.
And sorry about your cat. My gosh! How traumatic. . .are there such things as Cat Counselors?
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