Thursday Night Basset Blogging
Now that we are beginning to believe that Wembley might suffer from epilepsy, I have turned into one of those obsessive owners/pet parents who hovers around their petchild watching out for any signs of something gang aft agley. I was never this way with my human child, but then we were very fortunate that, besides the concussions, the hamstring tears, the dislocated joints, and assorted broken bones, the L&T Casey has always been as healthy as a horse: healthier actually, since, after she blew out a knee, we opted to have her go through physical rehab as opposed to having her euthanized on the field.
Parents of the Year, that’s what we are.
Anyway, the L&T Casey thinks we should get Wembley a little doggie bike helmet, just in case he takes a tumble. Not that he has far to fall…