atomicant

i hate having to keep this little punk all drugged and crated up, but i've got no choice.

for the record, this was a kid's barn house playset that i bought at ikea for him many moons ago when he was an only dog. he loved sleeping in that damn thing right next to the front window.

send good thoughts his way.

well, fuck that. send them my way. i think i am suffering more than him. at least he gets awesome painkillers.