Keane’s birthday
It's Keane's birthday, he turns two today. Two! First he looked like this:
Now he looks more or less like this:
What a handsome feller! But he was a brat for the vet this evening, who came to do the horses's teeth. He wasn't horrible, just not too cooperative. Mr. Swan Neck straight up in the air. His wolf teeth are coming in, but the vet's going to hold off on taking them out until Keane starts popping his caps--losing his baby teeth--and see how his mouth looks when he gets his spring shots early next year. The vet checked Clover, too, but she didn't need any work, since she'd been done this past spring.
I have to resist the urge to end all my sentences with "woo." It's as if all my comments and assertions are so weakly stated, I need to qualify them with an enthusiastic outburst. Woo.
Now he looks more or less like this:
What a handsome feller! But he was a brat for the vet this evening, who came to do the horses's teeth. He wasn't horrible, just not too cooperative. Mr. Swan Neck straight up in the air. His wolf teeth are coming in, but the vet's going to hold off on taking them out until Keane starts popping his caps--losing his baby teeth--and see how his mouth looks when he gets his spring shots early next year. The vet checked Clover, too, but she didn't need any work, since she'd been done this past spring.
I have to resist the urge to end all my sentences with "woo." It's as if all my comments and assertions are so weakly stated, I need to qualify them with an enthusiastic outburst. Woo.
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