Then, I decided I should order Barley some Pawz before the next super cold spell arrives because so many people had said they were the only boot-type things their dogs would tolerate (and she let me put a sock on her paws, so maybe she'll be receptive?). Since I wasn't sure what size to order, I got out my trusty DARE ruler from my 5th grade anti-drug classes many moons ago.
Barley stole the ruler right out of my hand. When I took it away, she was not pleased. Look at that lip curl!
Does anyone have recommendations for psychiatrists who specialize in joint therapy sessions for cats and their owners? Soth and I are afraid the crazy is rubbing off on us.
|His sister's antics have made us feel defeated.|