It is a grey and rainy day here, which is never inspiring, and I am just back from the vet's office. Lola has some wonky bump on her that we had checked out, and it is either: 1. fat, or 2. early lymphoma. Here's to hoping for fat in a big way. I really hate this part, knowing there might be trouble around the corner (scratch that, waiting for the trouble that is inevitable when you have a pet).
So I am a little down today. I've had a self-imposed rule only to write on here when I have something to share that I think you might like to read about (if you don't happen to be a dog fan, apologies!) But then, as several of you have pointed out, there has been a lot of radio silence of late... so I am changing up the formula a bit. Being more honest if you will.
Well, honestly, the walk home from the vet made things even more sad. Just a few feet from our front door Lola and I came across a man who looked very confused, very scruffy, and had bare feet that were different shades of blue. An absolutely heartbreaking scene. He is now in possession of my snow boots - I could persuade him to take them from me, but not to put them on. Some days absolutely suck.
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