The weather wasn't too bad...just chilly enough to need my Christmas scarf...
Lots of sunlight for good picture taking....
And some good times were had walking and sniffing...
And I even did some running...
But all good things come to an end and we came home to Chicago and it was cold...very cold...and that's when things started to go down hill...first Lucy took advantage of my personal warmth and space...I hate that...
And then my tail decided to droop and I kinda tripped once or twice getting into the car and it hurt...and then Mom took me to the Emergency V-E-T, because she says I only have accidents on Sundays whatever that means...and I was on pain meds again...and I refused to eat anything but chicken and rice...
And even though red is one of my colors...I do not like having a Handle...
I try to run away when Mom gets it out but she does not let me...she says she needs it to help me get in and out of the car and up our steep steps at home...so I am wearing this stupid Handle and guess what happens again....
Sometimes life is just not fair...

