
Apparently the trek into Wyoming and Montana this past weekend, not to mention keeping the work wolves at bay, did a number on the delete as last night’s bedtime was around seven-fourty-five. I believe that might be a new pathetic record. I’m sure my parents are proud. Speaking of family, I will be an uncle, second time over, at some point this morning. Good to be known as weird/sad uncle josef once again.
Ike is holding his own. It is really exhausting trying to keep an eye on him whether he’s attempting to get to his sutures or running around trying to make his staples fall out. To prevent this, he has to wear
this, but we try to give him time off from the head prison while we can. This dog has been through a lot the past few months and after surgery and tests we’re now just finding out the extent of it. I now think of him as the John Wayne of Jack Russel Terriers, minus the racism.
That is all for now. Until next time, COURAGE.
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