Who's tired of looking at me? I certainly am. How about some in-your-face Chihuahua instead.
The poor little guy goes in for knee surgery tomorrow. For the longest time I was proud to have raised a fairly healthy dog that didn't rack up huge vet bills, however I think I jinxed myself. I'm not complaining though because in August he will be nine and that's a pretty good streak of luck if you ask me. According to the chart at the vet's office, his real age is around 52 and I suppose his joints just aren't what they used to be. Ask me how my knees are doing when I get to be that age.
Smooches for the Ferg. Mwah!
Anyone else enjoying his rather short haircut?