Dad's co-worker, who's gonna be seeing to my food 'n poop needs, stopped by last night to get the latest, and he says he'll take care of me.
Mom and dad are constantly worried, especially about my worsening eating habits. I'm down to just over 5 pounds now, and dad says my bumpy backbone reminds him of a stegosaurus, whatever the hell that is.
This'll be my last post until probably the weekend, when they get back. I let dad think I need him to keep this up. Makes him feel important.
These pix are from last night, showing my shaved arm and my many recuperatin' poses.
Thanks again, all.
|Me and dad's saggy scruff|
|Just kinda tired|
|Sharing the drool with mom's shirt|
|Resting Peacefully on mom|