Finally a bit more Found Poetry. This follows an absolutely thrilling week wherein Wilson (the dog) underwent emergency surgery for an intestinal obstruction. That’s right, our twelve-year-old Lhasa/King Charles mix with a bad heart, epilepsy, two previously torn ccl ligaments (back knees), and an enlarged liver, sent himself to emergency surgery because he ate a big plastic thing (unidentifiable after traveling partway through dog). And spent two days in intensive care. Here is the culprit with all kinds of tubes at the hospital, and more recently, recovering at home.
Guilty? Yep. Almost unbearably cute? Yep. More Wilson here.
Perhaps you thought that was enough to make a thrilling week. You would be right! And yet, two days later the man of the house, Bert, underwent (planned) back surgery. A couple days were spent back and forth between the hospital (where Bert stayed one night and was released the next day), and home, where Wilson has approximately seven bajillion pills on varying schedules.
Both are recovering nicely. Also, I did this art, but not much else. :)
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