It just seems like the sad wroos never stop lately.
Our furend River has lost his sweet brother, Hootie. And our furends at The Misadventures of Me have lost their human grandpa. We are sending both families lots of Brown Dog Love and Girlie hugs.
All of this sadness is making The Girl quite useless. We had great plans of visiting evfurry body on their bloggy by the end of today. Well, we're up to about 100 bloggies on the paper list (I know, isn't Girlie just so last century with the paper?), and Dogness knows The Girl is no Lorenza. (Lorenza has about 350 bloggies that she visits regularly!) But we have been around to a dozen or so bloggies, and we'll work on getting to evfurry body else's sometime this week. Girlie has to learn to set more realistic goals, and to overrule me when I insist on things that just aren't going to happen.
(Girlie is furry bad at setting big goals, especially once she starts feeling better. Her motto lately has been, Lessons Will Be Repeated Until They Are Learned. I've been thinking about trying to help her out by using the clicker, but I can't figure out how to click it without thumbs. Any ideas?)
Anyway, we're coming. Slowly. Wroo.