April 03, 2006

Lucy, I'm Home!

Didn't mean to go AWOL today, but we were dealing with some crises. The many fans of George Rowe the Dog, Poster Boy for American Values, My Attorney, will be pleased to hear that he seems to be rallying tonight -- gracefully excuting the eating, drinking and standing more or less upright we all know and love. We are breathing big sighs of relief; keep your fingers crossed. Real content to follow.

Apr 3, 2006 5:58:53 PM | Excuses, Excuses

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Hannah

Eee! What was wrong with George?

Glad he's feeling better, anyway. Good dog.

Posted by: Hannah | April 04, 2006 at 07:59

Gwenda

He's just slowing down -- he's suddenly having a great deal more trouble moving around. This morning we were kind of back to square one; hopefully, he'll be more mobile again as the day goes on. Tomorrow we go to the vet. Fingers crossed!

Posted by: Gwenda | April 04, 2006 at 09:27

Hannah

Poor boy! How old is he?

Fingers crossed, indeed.

Posted by: Hannah | April 04, 2006 at 13:13

Gwenda

He's at least fourteen, maybe fifteen. He's an old man. We've been extraordinarily lucky.

Posted by: Gwenda | April 04, 2006 at 13:16

Dave Schwartz

Just want to chime in with my good wishes for George.

Posted by: Dave Schwartz | April 04, 2006 at 16:58

Gwenda

Thanks, guys. He's having a pretty rough time of it. We're giving him cookies and brushing him and making sure he eats and drinks.

I am the kind of basketcase that can only be invented by getting up at 3 a.m. + this.

Tomorrow we go to the vet.

Posted by: Gwenda | April 04, 2006 at 17:42

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