Good evening, Everybun!
It's Sunday afternoon, and we're anxiously awaiting the arrival of the first, real cold front. We're also anxiously awaiting the moment Charlie starts pooping again. Yes, you've guessed it - something went sideways during the night, and since this morning, the hoomin's been on the ball, trying to restart Charlie.
At least this time, the meatsack got the Metacam dosage right. We did the meds, the massages, running around the room, and rage eating hay in the bin. So far, all the winnings amount to a few pellets. We're really hoping for more this evening.
When the hoomin checks on her on the bundo, Charlie is all tucks-out, loafing. So, we don't really know what's going on. But I have not seen her all day. She got a fresh hay bin this morning. The hoomin closed the baby gate to keep us separated, and we're waiting.
So at the moment we have nothing. If you have some good vibes to spare, we sure could use them.
Good night and good luck!
- Gus
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