Marilyn and Sheldon
Member Since 2014
Yesterday
Recap 10/19
293 AMPS
243 +3
185 +6
155+9
171 PMPS
204 +3
174 +6
161 +9
She's going diva on me in the morning!
ok, I'll eat a few bites. got anything else?
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
well? maybe if you mush it up really well and put it in the can, I'll eat some more.
So, I mush it up, put it in the can, she eats a bit more out of the can.
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
hey, wait a minute. how 'bout some fortiflora?
Oh, all right. Sprinkle a dash.
nom, nom, good. but how 'bout some juice from that other can, you know, the one over by the paper towels. put some of that on my food, too.
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
Geez, Polly. OK. Squirt a little juice from another can. Mix it up putting her food back on the plate.
slurp, slurp, slurp. I still have a little left, how 'bout some juice from that other can, the one out in the kitchen?
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
Nope, Polly. We're done playing breakfast buffet. Here's your shot. You're free to go out in the house.
yea! She jaunts to the kitchen. Jumps on the counter. Finishes her brother's left overs, the same food she had on her plate at the beginning of the morning!
Darn cat.
Will-the-dog''s vet report was a little discouraging. Now needs Adequan and Dasaquin for his arthritic knee. And his liver values are higher than at the last check even with the SAMe. Full senior work up and ultrasound on the 28th...cancer screening. But, all his lumps were just fatty tissue. Old fart could still drag 1/4 of a deer carcass rib cage back to the car after his run in the desert last night! Course it took him 1/2 hour to disassemble the carcass, all the while I'm calling and wandering his haunts worried sick he's gone off and gotten lost.
Darn dog.
Vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly
Recap 10/19
293 AMPS
243 +3
185 +6
155+9
171 PMPS
204 +3
174 +6
161 +9
She's going diva on me in the morning!
ok, I'll eat a few bites. got anything else?
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
well? maybe if you mush it up really well and put it in the can, I'll eat some more.
So, I mush it up, put it in the can, she eats a bit more out of the can.
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
hey, wait a minute. how 'bout some fortiflora?
Oh, all right. Sprinkle a dash.
nom, nom, good. but how 'bout some juice from that other can, you know, the one over by the paper towels. put some of that on my food, too.
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
Geez, Polly. OK. Squirt a little juice from another can. Mix it up putting her food back on the plate.
slurp, slurp, slurp. I still have a little left, how 'bout some juice from that other can, the one out in the kitchen?
stands and stares at me, at her plate, at me.
Nope, Polly. We're done playing breakfast buffet. Here's your shot. You're free to go out in the house.
yea! She jaunts to the kitchen. Jumps on the counter. Finishes her brother's left overs, the same food she had on her plate at the beginning of the morning!
Darn cat.
Will-the-dog''s vet report was a little discouraging. Now needs Adequan and Dasaquin for his arthritic knee. And his liver values are higher than at the last check even with the SAMe. Full senior work up and ultrasound on the 28th...cancer screening. But, all his lumps were just fatty tissue. Old fart could still drag 1/4 of a deer carcass rib cage back to the car after his run in the desert last night! Course it took him 1/2 hour to disassemble the carcass, all the while I'm calling and wandering his haunts worried sick he's gone off and gotten lost.
Darn dog.
Vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly