Who’s hobbling around on a blown-out knee these days. And thinks I’m all stiff-upper-lip macho and stuff.
Hey, I’ve got forty-odd years practice in hobbling, Bear. And you’ve heard how piteously I whine when frozen water falls from the sky, a phenomenon with which you’re rather more familiar than I. Hope it heals fast, dude.
















































Well, crap, that aint’ good. Blown knees are….trouble for dogs. Beeg dummies just can’t figure out you’ve got to stay off them.
@czechsix: Arf!
(Joel, yeah, II only just found this entry. Mind hasn’t been on Internetty stuff for some reason.)