The mule. That's who.
'sokay. I was just ten paces away, enjoying the delectable tenderness of an exquisite flake of hay. I didn't want to be in the stinky family portrait anyway.
Love,
FenBar
Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway
Such a beautiful family photo! I'm sure a little photo shop can insert missing family memebers to make it even more beautiful.
ReplyDeleteOh dear Fenway, how could they leave YOU out of the portrait ??? Maybe Farm Wife will photoshop you and all your gorgeous muleness in the front.
ReplyDeleteFenway - would it really be fair to outshine the "family" with all of your gloriousness?!
ReplyDeletethat is true
ReplyDeletePerhaps Farm Wife need to make a second photo of those 2/4 legged members of the family that can be compelled to sit and stay for a photo-op