Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Can You Keep A Secret ?
Oliver is partied out.
It has rained for the past three days, so he has returned to his nesting mode.
It is time for his annual checkup at the vets, I don't have the heart to tell him......
Hibernating in a good place is what Oliver wants to do. He seems to have the resting thing down really well. I notice our dog really doesn't want to go outside so much with the cold temperatures.
He is so cute. How can you resist tickling those little pink paw pads?
Fuzzy, our Pomeranian's, vet date is coming up soon. He is always happy to go for the car ride part and the walking into the vet's building part. Every time we go, once a year, as he steps over the threshold and into the building, he suddenly realizes where he is and remembers what is going to happen there, and tarts to tremble. He doesn't mind the shots part as much as he does the temperature taking part. That always makes the whites of his little black eyes show. Poor little guy. He is always happy to leave there, and usually tries to sneak an "accident" in on the floor corner of the counter as I pay the bill.
What a sweetie! Tons of sun here today but chilly air and frosty trees. We stayed in, except for one small trek out to the front garden to sweep the bit of snow off the path. X Chy
16 comments:
He's so adorable!
Well, once that *crate* comes out... he will know.
Hibernating in a good place is what Oliver wants to do. He seems to have the resting thing down really well. I notice our dog really doesn't want to go outside so much with the cold temperatures.
Cheering Oliver, has a good report.
And he is resting so good. I love those little paws with the pink pads. He is so sweet.
He is so cute. How can you resist tickling those little pink paw pads?
Fuzzy, our Pomeranian's, vet date is coming up soon. He is always happy to go for the car ride part and the walking into the vet's building part. Every time we go, once a year, as he steps over the threshold and into the building, he suddenly realizes where he is and remembers what is going to happen there, and tarts to tremble. He doesn't mind the shots part as much as he does the temperature taking part. That always makes the whites of his little black eyes show. Poor little guy. He is always happy to leave there, and usually tries to sneak an "accident" in on the floor corner of the counter as I pay the bill.
It's wet and gray here, too! Perfect for napping!
Oh, the vet.....he'll figure it out! Poor Oliver.
Awwww! Cat toes! We've seen the vet more than usual lately. I hope all goes well. -Jenn
What a sweetie! Tons of sun here today but chilly air and frosty trees. We stayed in, except for one small trek out to the front garden to sweep the bit of snow off the path. X Chy
I certainly won't tell him. What a sweetheart he is! Good luck at the vets, Ollie! :-)
The wonderful thing about animals, is that they live only, in the now.
No dreading future appointments, and the like. :-)
Oliver is a handsome one isn't he? Love those pink paw pads!
Mums the word.
Ah bless!
Oh Oh, he won't like that, will he!
Your secret is safe with me! :) Maggie doesn't like that word either!!!
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