Way behind

Well, the lady is watching everything I do, my poop, my eating, my sleeping, my walking, she seems to be worried that I am still not feeling better. I keep telling her I am fine woman, leave me alone, and could you stop shoving those pills down my throat? No, darn it....

My blood work shows better, so that is some good news.

Now these pictures are really late, but Reilly got to encounter an ice day. He was begging not to have to go out.

Then he ventured further onto the deck.

Then finally he went and peed. It took forever!

Mr. Fancy Pants doesn't like getting his pitty pat paws cold. Next time we'll show you what it looked like when the ice melted.