Friday, December 02, 2011

Friday Already

I'm alive, running around the big city, trying not to get all citified, but nonetheless enjoying the metropolis.  Harley dog and I both had to seek medical care.  Harley thought he was  being tutored to sing soprano in the choir. When he met the vet's assistant, he growled at her. Then when the vet came in, he growled at her as well. I've never seen him so miffed. I felt really bad leaving him there. 

He is back with me, not at all happy. I am doing all I can to care for the poor little fellow. 

More later...


  1. Getting neutered? Poor Harley! But at least he's back in your arms again.


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