The Furry News
Baxter and I are home.
We napped.
He's meandering about like a drunken sailor but seems happy to just be loved on.
He's got 10 stitches, blue against his white and black spots.
The Doctor looked concerned but knew I was on the verge of losing it, so he spouted some hopeful words.
I'll find out on Friday what the prognosis is.
We napped.
He's meandering about like a drunken sailor but seems happy to just be loved on.
He's got 10 stitches, blue against his white and black spots.
The Doctor looked concerned but knew I was on the verge of losing it, so he spouted some hopeful words.
I'll find out on Friday what the prognosis is.