Fuzz one has been limpin’ around all gimpy tonight and it finally motivated me to knock down her crate, prompting many dirty looks and exasperated sighs. That dog would literally spend 23 hours a day in that box given her own free will. There’s no possible way to maintain healthy joint structure with exposure to the kind of tweaky torsion I’ve seen that critter put on her lower body. She’s also under additional stress as it’s clear she’s only the second most exciting animal in the house as my mouse has grown more bold and daring this weekend. I stopped leaving dog food down and that bugger is scavenging in ever larger concentric circles hoping to find a new holy food source grail, presumably to feed his thousand tiny baby meece mouths. He may be faster but I’m exceedingly patient and it’s only a matter of time – enjoy your little theft-based lifestyle while you can til the Chloe comes calling all claws and furry fury.
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