Day 12! Wow! It's day 12! That means...
hmmm... I don't know what it means.
I've been working my butt off for 12 days. I'm not as efficient at this as my mom is, she makes it look easy, but to my lame defense, she has been doing this for over 20 years. I've mostly been observing, she really doesn't like help. To allow me to take over everything is a big deal.
My mom spent three hours in the chair at the tooth torturer's office this morning. I hope, hope, hope this is her last visit and that all will be well now.
Doc and BeBe give me a lot of love, Olive only loves her food, Ike simply minds his own business and Cracker is fairly quiet. None of them sleep at the foot of my bed like my dog does, and I miss her.
Everyone furry is tucked in for the night, it's my turn to eat and shower and rest.
Tooth torturer. that's funny. I'll have to remember that one.
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