No change, I can change I can change, I can change but I’m here in my mold

I woke up slightly cold, having a hard time breathing, but Pippin was snuggled in the bed with us. Podrick, locked out of the bedroom, because, like his beautiful mother, is a chaos gremlin.

He is chaos personified. And he’s rotund. But he’s cute, so we’ll keep him. I have to go and help my dad remove a couple of RV batteries, then I think on the way home from that, I’ll stop at the vet, and see if I can get an appointment to get Podrick fixed in the first week of September. That’ll take some of the gas out of his tank. But right now, he’s in front of his bowl, pushing food into his mouth. Man, does he have an appetite. He’s very food motivated.

There are times that they get a long. Mostly when he’s too tired to chase Pippin, they’ll coexist in the same area. Sometimes pretty close, but other times sleeping in the same general area on the bed. There are wholesome moments with them.

The sun is shining and it doesn’t look like it’s too breezy out there. Hopefully it doesn’t go the way most days have this week – starts out sunny and gorgeous, then slowly the clouds roll in, and so does the wind. It’s not gonna be the warmest out there. It’s actually been a shit summer, temperature wise this year. Today has a high of 69°.