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Fur-balls rule, humans drool

Harley Davidson Todd-Niederpruem (front), his brother Pip (Squeak-middle) and sister Winnie (back) all love their canine big sister Hopps.  Hoppsy loves them too. They look a little like her.  I think she thinks they're puppies.  She's a good mommy.

Ah, but they grow up so fast. (Sniff)

Missed my ukulele lesson tonight because I had to pick Ron up at the airport, coming from an abandoned root canal in Honolulu.  Turned out he didn't need one.  That's the good news. The bad is that he sprained his toe a few days ago, so had to hobble around, negotiating airports, hotel, etc.  Hopps has this bad habit of getting up as you try to step over her. That's how he injured it.  Last night and today I think he just drank beer and hung out in his room or the pool.  Of course, I'm the nimrod who scheduled his flight and could have had him back soon enough for me to make the lesson, but I forgot about it when confirming.  I'll just have to practice extra to catch up.  It is the intermediate class, so no slacking.

Last night, Doc slept in the bed with me.  Mr. Sox too, of course.  So I wasn't cold.  Not that I would be here.  I miss snuggling under a thick down comforter on a cold night.  Sounds weird, huh?  I suppose a few days of that would have me cured of that nostalgia.  Six months of that might wear thin.  

My doctor doubled the dosage of my asthma meds and already I'm breathing easier.  It's amazing what a little oxygen can do to lift the spirits, ya know?

A hui hou.  Aloha! 


 

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