A card

This week, a busy one, was brightened by a handmade, hand delivered card from an 8 year old girl who has a few cats. It was for me, VET, which I was highly flattered.

 And Oh!

 

Mo, according to the mother, is doing just fine. Which the girl said, No, she's not! And the mom said again, She's fine.

Thankfully, Tiny Dog is all over her bout of pancreatitis, begging for food off us, which is very hard to resist, though we should!: dancing, stretching, sneezing, staring, twirling, all the while, the tail back up and happy, swishing like a fast metronome.

A month skittering by

One trip to Lake Superior.
Three to St. Paul.
Tiny Dog gets pancreatitis, trigger unknown.
Sara gets a new dental filling, when part of her tooth falls off, trigger unknown.
And the prairie garden goes crazy in bloom, thick with monarchs.

Sky in Minneapolis

I share breakfast with Tiny Dog in Minneapolis

St. Paul sidewalk

St. Paul coffee shop, Nina's