May 29th, 2007

fuckoff

Not my week

Another one dead. One dying. One maybe, just maybe, a little bit better than yesterday.

On the upside, it seems that moving them has halted the march. The rest - the remaining seven - appear to be ok. As in, they are not looking like they're going to get sick.

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But First got to be a sheepdog, properly, and that's always a wonderful thing. Poetry in motion, she is. I'd forgotten just what a brilliant dog I have.

*pats First*