Some couples on here seem to live entirely separate lives. You wonder from their journals when was the last time they talked seriously about what's on their minds. Nothing wrong with that, or necessarily right either, but when your mate's in pain there just seems something indecent about projecting a front of obliviousness.
Ginny's dog Wolf (or Wolfy, or Uch, or any one of half a dozen vaguely Polish diminutives) isn't doing so well these days. Tomorrow they'll take a biopsy so we'll have some idea of how things are going to be for him. He's almost in his teens and he's a very big dog. If you know dogs, I don't have to explain any further.
Just hope for the best, whatever that may be.
Ginny's dog Wolf (or Wolfy, or Uch, or any one of half a dozen vaguely Polish diminutives) isn't doing so well these days. Tomorrow they'll take a biopsy so we'll have some idea of how things are going to be for him. He's almost in his teens and he's a very big dog. If you know dogs, I don't have to explain any further.
Just hope for the best, whatever that may be.
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st_expedite:
Thanks for the congratulations. I sincerely hope Wolf's biopsy went well, or as well as can be expected under the circumstances.
baudot:
You're a genius! That's my in to the sociable robots lab! Now to convince the lab head to be my research partner...