What a crazy Christmas. Full moon, maybe. Toby had an Addison's crash, and tried to wander off into the woods. Spent all day and evening at the vets (BLESS YOU CAROL) and he's pulled through. Didn't feel like Christmas at all until I was driving home down 93S with a sleepy pug, finally laying down, snoring on the passenger seat, listening to "I'm Dreaming if a White Christmas" on the radio. He slept all night like rock, and growled as he kicked leaves into the sidewalk this morning, so I think he is better. We shall see. Peace out as I am running on stress vapors at this point. Long day ahead.
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AuthorAmy Ropple is an artist and art educator who believes engaging in visual art can make life happier and more meaningful. This blog is a daily journal of creative habits and interests, as well as reflections on living with chronic autoimmune disease. Archives
January 2017
CategoriesDisclaimer: Yes, there may be parrots on this site. I live with five of them and they tend to work their way into everything I do!
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