This will be short because pollen is trying to destroy me and my immune system is on maximum overdrive. I feel miserable. I hate allergies.
Trooper went to the doctor because he acted like he was on death's door and the minute I got him there, he sprang to life and tried to steal the vet's pens (again!) and chewed on the stethoscope. $130 later, Troops is fine. Ugh. New rule: No blood, no broken bones, no vomit = no doctor. If it was good enough for me growing up (parents NEVER took us to the doctor unless we showed signs of rigor mortis setting in) then it's good enough for Trooper.
On another Trooper note, I went to orientation for obedience school tonight. Definitely signing the monster up. He needs it!
Tired and eyes burning from pollen. Signing out.
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