Crawford had a seizure Friday evening. After discovering Lucy's diminished vision, was a bit distraught and forgot to give her a night-night treat. We think her seizures are the result of Hypoglycemia, so it's important to keep her blood sugar levels from dipping too low. She's fine now, but those are never fun and they take a toll.
Doc the doctor dog tweaked his leg the other day and was in some pain over the weekend. Rest and his arthritis medication have got him feeling better. We stuck to a short walk this morning.
The bright spot is the kittens. Even with all this, it's hard to stay miserable watching baby fur-balls play. They make me smile.
It's raining and my asthma has improved somewhat, so I'm on the mend. Congestion is still a problem, although with all the animal issues lately, I'm finding it to be a perk. I can't smell the kittens' litter box and the experience of cleaning up Crawford when she makes a doody has become scent-free.
I whipped out a story this morning, inspired by a trip to the market yesterday. Is it any good? Don't know.
We're off to the hardware store for a yellow jacket trap. We are inundated with them. So annoying.
A hui hou. Aloha.