Poor Major. Apparently his scratchy shaky tender eared self has fallen victim to ear yeast. Who knew? And Doc says it could be caused by the new food we switched him to. That's bizarre. But OK. So poor little buddy is on antibiotic pills and two types of ear drops. He is so well behaved when I'm instilling the drops. For the record though, he wants everyone to know the Kleenex in the ears is wrecking his machismo.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
20 things
My garage needs rehab. I procrastinate. This morning while lying in bed, contemplating my "plan for the day" (as my sweet husband likes to say), I had a stroke of brilliance. Today then. Just now. I got rid of 20 things. I counted boxes full of things as ONE. On my way to Bargain Box. Feels great.
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