You know what the real tragedy here is, right?The real tragedy is that I, Fenway Bartholomule, am too big for the hammock.
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
Fenway -
ReplyDeleteI believe that if there were a Fenway sized / shaped hammock, you would frequently slip out of it, due to extreme shinyness ;)
It's enough to make you bawl your eyes out.
ReplyDeleteI thought the post was spectacular... and the comments, well, they just helped elevate it to a level I can barely comprehend.
ReplyDeleteMother =D