The guys told Rusty I've been at the vet's. He's been my shadow since coming home. If I get in bed, he crawls under it to nap, if I'm sitting, then he's sitting at my feet. To help ease his anxiety while I was gone they fed him lots of turkey. Unfortunately, he's become so gassy that I feel like I'm living in a sauerkraut factory. It's 56 degrees outside now, so we've opened up a few windows. Also helps with the doggy toots.
I'm chock full of vicodin, Petey. What are you taking?
I've been thinking of you. So glad you're home where the heart is. You and Rusty and Pete make me laugh.
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