Wednesday, February 27, 2013
FarmWife is also forcing Arrietty to join a dorky club (of F.W.'s own invention), called "H.E.L.P": Hiking Expeditions for the Loveably Plump. Clover is the other founding H.E.L.P. member, and FarmWife is the self-appointed trip leader. She is going to make them start hiking every day, rain or shine, except today. Today, Clover is at the hospital suffering the removal of her biggest tooth, which had broken down the middle.
As for me, I'm not in such bad shape. We still don't know why this night and day transformation from easy keeper to hard keeper took place, but I'm no longer declining. FarmWife is feeding me oodles of delicious stuff, and my vet is content to put off my next exam until the checking account bounces back from this dog business.
All is well in Wickersham.
P.S. If you've noticed that all the photos I post are old ones, I apologize. I can explain: the human's camera is broken and FarmWife's smartphone camera works only sporadically. Luckily, plans are afoot to save for a new Canon.