You can't keep a little red dog down. Three days into my regimen of four holistic remedies twice daily as prescribed by my nice and very interesting (that is a common noncommittal midwestern descriptor) veterinarian, I am feeling almost like I should once again.
Not that it did me much good today. My Person lavished all her attention on playing musical plants in my backyard (I bet they feel worse than I did), moving them all around, giving them haircuts and generally distributing torture left and right in the name of creating a "natural" environment. According to her.
I haven't noticed this kind of silliness going on in the real natural environment. Plants take care of themselves quite nicely and if they get old and rotten or branches fall off, a squirrel or an owl moves right in. People are a puzzlement! They aren't happy unless they are messing with things.
But as long as my Person doesn't start playing musical dogs I guess I'll keep my mouth shut.
1 comment:
Oh, Finn, so sorry you've been sick. You write
the best blog in the Twin Cities, sick or well, so
please keep up the good work. And if all those
holistic things don't do the job, come on over and
we'll go to Benson Prairie and you can roll in the yarrow, it's sposed to be good for what ails anyone!
All the best,
Veecee
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