Smudge is not well

Some of you may be familiar with my fellow author, Smudge. Our cute bundle of black fur has not been a well woofer in recent months.  

 Although only 8 years old he has been getting progressively more slow and stiff in the hind quarters.

Several trips to the vet, a specialist vet, a plethora of tests and some $2,300 later, they think he has a form of arthritis.

We embark on an impressive array of pills and potions tomorrow, under the realization that only about a third of dogs respond well to them.

He's a sorry figure right now - won't hardly get up, drink or eat and has lost about 3lbs which is a lot for an 18lb dog.

I love my dog very much, but will not be embarking on extreme measures or going to the extent of building frames and wheels for him.  Let's see how the next month or two pans out and if he appears to have some quality of life and can manage a little tail-wag or two.

Feeling a bit sad right now.

27 degrees

27 degrees - that's how much the temperature dropped in just 24 hours.

Saturday morning - nice and sunny and about 11 or 12 degrees Celsius.

We put up the Christmas lights outside as we had been warned of a snow storm a-coming.

 Sunday morning - bang! 

Hello winter, my old friend.

And down to -16 degrees.

And to anyone who watches Game of Thrones, I just have to add my little cliche.

Stay warm out there.