A tale of two traumas

So things have been pretty uneventful for the last 24 hours. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I am funny! When we last left off, we were busy packing up to head to South Carolina, gosh darnit, sickness and goopy eyes be damned. There was just one thing we had to take care of...

Cruel to be kind

Sometimes I wonder if Licorice feels like she has a pretty good life with us, or if she lies awake at night planning to kill us in our sleep. I mean, I think we’re providing her more or less a puppy nirvana, but what do I know? I’m just a stupid human. And...

This month’s IBTC meeting

This meeting will now come to order. Order, please. Everyone please take your coffee and your gluten-free cookies [hey, it’s my meeting; I made cookies I can eat] and find a seat. Great, thank you. This meeting of the local chapter of the Itty Bitty Titty...

Mental

I’m really starting to feel bad for Licorice. Look; it’s not her fault that three of us are on Prednisone. Otto and I are barely sleeping, though at the same time we’re too tired to be coherent, and as a result we’re perhaps not giving her the...

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