Fenway is healthy now. Wembley is even more Wem-bellier than last week. This might be because I ran out of the whipped cream cheese I use to give Fenway his pills (and, of course, Wembley gets to have some cream cheese too because dogs understand the concept of “Not fair!” and will let you know with a disbelieving look when expressing it. I’ve seen it) and so I ended up improvising and administering the pills using cheesecake because… close enough.

They seem to like it. Duh.

TBogg

TBogg

Yeah. Like I would tell you....

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