One. Between Emmett and Lucas, someone's going to the vet nearly every week for a checkup or blood test. I dutifully schedule tech appointments at the same time to get Newt's nails trimmed. And every time I get there, I have to tell them to cancel it because I, once again, couldn't get her in her carrier. Then, my brilliant friend suggested wrapping her in a towel like a burrito and shoving
How’s Lucas?
That's the only question these days, and it doesn't have a straightforward answer. He's great: He loves our micro-hikes and fast food trips. He loves friends dropping by with beef stew, cheese, bacon treats, and snuggles. Lots and lots of snuggles. He loves taking super slow strolls with lots of long pauses around the block. Then, he sleeps and sleeps and sleeps. He's exhausted: He's
Cheese, micro-hikes, and tracheas: Making every second count
At his checkup yesterday, Lucas was amazing. He has come so far since those early, fearful, aggressive days when the front desk staff would have to clear the lobby just for Lucas to even walk through the door. No, yesterday, he nailed it. Dogs on flexis, big dogs, little dogs, owners on their cell phones... we parked in the corner and doled out cheese and treats for nearly effortless "watch
Cooper’s turn!
It's pretty fitting that Cooper's post is a day late. Poor Cooper. So many of you kind souls have asked how Coop's doing with all that's going on. In some ways, he's amazing--doing better than I ever could have thought he could do. Home alone for short periods? Nailed it. Doggy daycare without a brother with him? Nailed it. The big one: Boarding for a weekend all by himself? Nailed it!
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