Instead of writing this post -- I did that last night -- I am, if the Fates allow, taking Mom's diabetic doggie to the vet to have his blood sugar checked.
Since the poor, pudgy critter is a "stress pooper" and I am not much of a dog person, it may be interesting. I like the little chickenheart well enough but I don't know if I can keep him calm enough. He may end up traveling in the king-sized cat carrier. He's not too big for it.
More later, maybe. Wish me luck!
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