"You don't say."
Sunset shot taken at home; the rest were out and about.
Ah, Fall: the pause that refreshes after summer, motivates before winter, and rivals spring for color. I think it also has the best daytime skies, sunrises and sunsets. Can you tell it's my favorite season?
As you can see, Bittersweet is sporting a fresh Rocky Sheep Suit, as his bum was sticking out of the other one. Coat changes always mean a fleece photo opp:
Anyway, now D'artagnon (Blake)
has just three musketeers: Bing, Benny,
and Bittersweet, who was being just plain sweet on photo day:
Rick did a necropsy on Browning. He died of asphyxiation; his trachea and lungs were full of hay. What a horrible way to go. Why that happened is the mystery to which we have no clues. Rick is still convinced that Browning was ailing due to parasites; he could find no other abnormalities or pathologies. It wasn't a good week, for that and other reasons. Thankfully, one of the downers is resolving.
Dozer was randomly yelping in pain, and we were having trouble figuring out where the problem was. I guessed neck, and Rick finally x-rayed him to find the problem. He has a broken and displaced stylohyoid bone (between the base of the ear and the base of the tongue)! We're keeping on aspirin, and he's doing much better now.
That's it for now from . . .