Louie has finished dancing! Toe-Tapping Part 2.
Take a bow, Louie! Your dancing (i.e. terrible toe-tapping) is done. Hopefully. By the time we took Louie to the vet, he had stopped tap-dancing. In twenty-four hours, he went from almost violent, uncontrolled spasms to… nothing. Nothing. What…? He was a lovely little patient at the vet; his coloring is growing in vibrantly in shades of glowing emerald, so much so that another woman … Continue reading Louie has finished dancing! Toe-Tapping Part 2.
Luigi is tap-dancing, and it is horrible. Toe-Tapping Part 1.
With absolutely no warning, my baby boy started clutching one foot convulsively. His entire foot would seize up, curl up–I always thought that toe-tapping would start slowly and grow progressively worse, but nope. It came on suddenly. Violently.
Love was toe-tapping. Continue reading Luigi is tap-dancing, and it is horrible. Toe-Tapping Part 1.
It starts with one…
Collecting birds is kind of like eating chips. One simply isn’t enough. Nor is two… or three… or five. Five? Five is enough, unless you want to dedicate your entire life to maintenance and clean-up. Which I don’t. Only most of my day. 😉 Ours started with a budgie. Meet Roosevelt Polk Kennedy: the lead domino in a series of (mostly) fortunate events: My then-fiance/now-husband … Continue reading It starts with one…
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