They wanna go for a walk but it’s too damn and hot and we’re not even out of bed yet

Our 17 year old lady has good days and bad days, but still far more good than bad.

The 4 year old orange choas machine loves that the doors and windows are open for sniffing in the early mornings, and has spent most of the morning chattering at squirrels in the squirrel feeder. We’ve started to refer to filling it as “paying the cat TV license.”

Spazzing out because me and the wife are decluttering today. So I think the dogs think we’re moving again, but I was able to get all the toys they lost under the book shelves

Good! Pupper is currently curled up at my feet while I read. He got his Cytopoint injection at the dogtor this week, his itchy paws seem to be recovering, and his full appetite is back.

My two chihuahuas are doing well, but right now they’re a bit mad at me. You see, when we give them their flea medication they insist on licking each other — this is obviously bad so my wife and I have to go into separate rooms with a dog each, where each dog is temporarily upset that they don’t get to see the other.