I wish that I could just rest on my laurels but alas, I have none to rest on or is upon? I could never understand the finer points of writing so what you see is what you get. I am not feeling so daggum perky but today I did get sort of reprieve from worrying about my ill-health. The young echogram techno guy with the Justin Bieber haircut that sort of resembles a mohawk or maybe a tomahawk, told me that my heart was not in “afib.” Meaning afibrillation which in my case was a rapid and irregular heart rate. With meds I might live a few more or if I’m lucky and blessed a lot more years.
Office Diva of http://loofahsgood.wordpress.com/ has been hounding me to do a post about my dogs. Some of these are pics that have appeared in previous posts.
Muddy and Molly were rescued by me when they had been thrown away as puppies in the winter. I am so glad they are my dogs. Labs make wonderful pets but then I say that about all dogs and cats. I really do have a personality flaw in being so weak kneed where animals are concerned.
“We can judge the heart of a man
by his treatment of animals.” by Emanuel Kant
Post and photographs: yvonne