Watson and I have been in East Texas for about a week and have finally made it back home. He did well and traveled with no problems, but as you can tell he is ready for a good nights rest. Hope everyone is well on this Monday night. All is well in Texas.
Watson is a little blue tonight. All his favorite people came to visit him but now they are gone. Left him. Said goodbye. I keep telling him tomorrow is another day. Good night.
Summer of 2015…
Made a trip to Lewisville today for Watsons’ check up with his neurologist. All is good. His brain just fires a little different than the rest of the world. If you know him, that is no surprise. He is much improved since he was in the hospital and the new dose of meds seems to be helping. We are happy, but it has been a long day and we are back home and ready to call it a night. Here is hoping everyone had a great day! After all, it was Wednesday with Watson.
Oh those lazy, hazy days of summer are just around the corner. Watson is getting prepared. Sunday has been a beautiful day in our little spot of the universe , and quoting William Shakespeare, “the earth has music for those who listen”. Watson and I listened today.
Watson got a hair cut. So, none…. zero…hair. Stick legs for a while! via Daily Prompt: None
Beautiful day in our neighborhood. Hope everyone takes the time to stop and smell the roses, or in Watson’s case, the grass. Have a good one on this Wednesday with Watson!
Watson needed a haircut, so, we requested they trim up his legs as best they could considering he had that poodle cut look after his trip to the hospital. Oh, look at those stick legs. Only face shots for a while!
Nap time at the Harrell House. Watson has the ability to sleep anywhere, anytime, and in any position. Sadly, when he ends up in my lap, I am forced to either watch reruns of Scandal or NCIS for fear I might wake up this sweet baby. Just glad I had the remote close at hand.
Watson started the day with robust energy. The problem he is having is that the duck is dead. No, we do not have a real duck. But he has a few of the type you find at Petco.
This one was his favorite. He is the one that shook it to death. But for some reason he looks to me for an explanation. – Can you please fix this problem?? – No, Watson, this duck has brain damage and you slit his throat. – What?
Guess we could pick some flowers for the memorial.