No worries! Tweed is rushing to the rescue!
or at least he was, until the ChickenShit was foiled by The Scary Bridge
Same damn bridge; we cross it at least four times a month, and have for years. And Tweed is still scared of it.
There aren’t too many photos from today’s hike. It was this kind of day:
Brrr. Too cold to take my hands out of my pockets to take photos. We hiked for about two hours, which RD says is all his old body can handle. It’s also about one and a half more hours of listening to comments from the peanut gallery than I can handle.
“Oooh, look at the Ray Charles dog.” “Ha ha, that dog’s wearing shades.” “Hee hee, oh that dog is so cool in his stylin’ glasses.” Etc.
Piper says she is above that sort of attention.
RD continues to watch me continuously with his one open eye. We went for a recheck yesterday and the entire vet clinic exploded with laughter at his Doggles ™. There has been no improvement, but it’s certainly not getting worse either. Both vets feel it is likely to resolve itself in time. I wish time would hurry up! RD doesn’t seem to care either way.
I also did not bring the Chuck It (see: too cold to take hands out of pockets) so poor Tweed had to resort to playing with Woo, he was so desperate.
That *never* happens.
Okay not really, it was just a dog. But a cool looking dog.