Operating at 12-hour batches of time now. My 17-year old pup holds steady in good, fair or grim condition for about that long before switching things up and changing the whole household’s operational procedures.
Yes, I know she is a dog.
She is my dog.
She is my family.
And thanks to my own mental screwiness, I have the time and the honor of being able to help her through these tough days…
Ok, I have no idea why my hackles are up this morning. Defensive and frizzed are two things a hermit should never be. Apologies.
Next time I’ll toss some gator jerky at my hackles to gnaw on before I pick up brain to blog.