Tass the Cross Dressing Dog (so he wears my clothes – yes, he is wearing my jumper in the photo…at least he’s happy) continues to be a medical disaster.
His legs shake all the time, his undercarriage is covered in skin cancers and his appetite (or lack thereof) is worrying.
The Brain Cell, on the other hand, is powering on. She enjoys not going on walks and eating Tass’ food. It’s a simple life, but it seems to suit her.