|Naw, I don't think I'd look good with an eye patch. Or a parrot.|
Anyway, I am on some antibiotics for another issue (nothing serious) so when I am done with those, the ophthalmologist (Mom now knows how to spell that!) vet will laser the melanoma thingy and I can get on with things. I will keep you posted, but hopefully it will be No Big Deal! (And Mom is hoping that our next visit to the vet in Salt Lake will not then entail a drive home in a snowstorm during rush hour....)
|I just don't think I can pull off the pirate look!|
Which is a good thing, because clearly Daisy isn't going to be a Frisbee-catching queen. (And Lucy has No Idea what to do with a Frisbee in the air...)
|I keep trying to tell her to keep her eyes on the Frisbee, but does she listen to me?|
|This is not *exactly* what I mean about keeping her eye on the Frisbee... Apparently Crazy Black Dog is a Literal Black Dog...|
|I don't even know what to day about this one. *sigh*|
Daisy and Lucy-Fur can spend hours and hours and hours (and hours and hours) playing bitey-face inside, but when they get outside, they apparently forget how to bitey-face. (Well, Lucy does - Daisy is perfectly happy to bitey ME...) Instead, they like to chase each other (I stick close to Mom during these events, as 100+ combined pounds of zooming beasts is a little terrifying). Usually with frisbees.
|When Daisy doesn't have a Frisbee, she likes to show off ALL of her white teeth, just like she was part of the Osmond or something!|
|Maybe they should be wearing helmets for this...|
|Is it me, or does Daisy have an 'uh-oh' look here?|
|Yes, Daisy, Lucy-fur won. Again...|
|I think Lucy might be trash-talking here.|
Have a great week!
-Saint Fiona the Patient, Crazy Daisy, and Lucy-Fur