Square Dog Friday... a Watson update and a haiku

First I want to Thank everyone for all the kind wishes and concern for Watson.
I have been trying to catch up on everyone's blogs
but my comments have been erratic or not at all and I apologize for that.
Especially the ones I wanted to write a longer comment and they got lost in all the trips to the vet, I didn't write yours at all !
That makes me sad.
All because I think I need to write a paragraph instead of a sentence.
I promise to write short very comments for now.
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Gud old dug Watson.



We think Watson may have caught whatever Hamish was sick with for two weeks.
Many test later we still don't have idea what is going on with either of them.
Hamish is younger (9) and bounced back.
Watson, is 13 and has many health problems kidney failure being a major one along with Valley Fever (autoimmune) and now any illness is a major problem.
He has stopped eating and drinking for several days and we have been at the vets every other day.
We can't leave him there over night because of his anxiety and mild dementia so he gets an IV pack and comes home and then goes back.
He is slowly recovering and Thursday eaten some baby/toddlers chicken sticks (yummy)
and pancakes.
Still not drinking though.

He is a most mellow beautiful dog and gets along with everyone.
He has always been an old soul.
I lurve him !

Plus he has always taken very good care of his partner in crime Hamish.

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And just because I can, here is your pretty for the weekend.

Second installment of Subliminal Coffee, Tiny Harmonies.
This weeks haiku is adaptability.

Ever since I can remember I have loved javelinas, plus I am born in the
Japanese year of the boar.
They are my family my tribe my people.
The herds like to spend time in my small citrus grove .
I love to see the little babies that look like hairy loafs of bread with tiny feet.
Javelinas look like boars but are really peccaries and related to hippopotamus family.
This haiku was from last spring and published in Scotland in a friends book.
I just didn't time to think of a new one.

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the desert is our home
variegated hues color our hair
sound of tiny feet
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I think adaptability is their name.

tired. . . parsnip
music. . . Kaputt,  Destroyer