Whew! Too much going on to fully document. To quickly summarize: Master spent a portion of our winter vacation in the hospital. No, dear readers, this had nothing to do with Baron or Blake (or yours truly, for that matter). While in the hospital we encountered numerous therapy dogs. You will never believe this, but therapy dogs do not demonstrate their enthusiasm by jumping on their owners or hospital patients. It was quite remarkable. The therapy dog pictured below merely lay down in Master's room and relaxed. We couldn't figure out what was wrong with this dog. He behaved very abnormally. No running up and down the halls banging into carts, no humping other therapy dogs, no getting in bed with the patients etc. etc. etc. Perhaps he was ill? We hope to have the opportunity to let Baron and Blake indoctrinate him to proper canine behavior (from their perspective). The worst part of this experience? Master actually liked the hospital food!!! What does this say about my cooking? Don't answer that.
All for now,
Botswain
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