No complaints, however, Dexter is walking again , very slowly, carefully. sniffing every square inch of his path. He will only take his meds in New York steak, local grass fed beef...
High rent pooch- I am glad that something works so it's all good.
He takes me past his favorite truck which has been parked in the same spot for years, as long as I can remember. It's tires have many dog messages...
The wind has blown down fences, we see things in back yards that were hidden from view before. A bed of composting apples and pears.
Dexter is interested in this Binky, thinks about taking it home to comfort him when the going gets rough...I talk him out of it with promises of Jook when we get home, our favorite comfort food. Warms us to the core. You must use an organic free range chicken and fresh garlic and ginger root.
I find my deck rug blown into the neighbor's
back yard, tuck it under my arm , glad to have found it!
Things have blown all over the yard, fallen, broken,
we will have some major spring clean up to do.