I had a nasty fall last week. Mom had just given me my fluid therapy, so I was walking around with an extra 350 CCs of stuff on my right side. It threw off my sense of balance. Kind of like having a nice beer buzz and trying to navigate an asteroid field.
Mom heard my fall and rushed to the scene. It took a while, but I managed to calm her down and get us back on our feet:
As a result, my dining options have gone from a somewhat limited buffet line (think Ponderosa) to:
ANYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED!!!!!
I’ve got it all: bacon, beef, beer and braunschweiger (love those Bs) as well as treats, gravy, soup and bones. Bread? Sure. Crackers? How many?
I finally have a ramp to the dining room table:
The magazines are there to elevate my bowls and give me easier access to my food. I just hate bending over, don’t you?
Before I sign off, another pic:
After all I’ve gone through, how do I maintain the cuteness? It must be in my genes.
I love you!
