Good Morning

I woke up this morning to the sound of Sawyer whimpering to himself, never a good sign. John inspected him and concluded that his ear was falling apart. Great. I immediately diagnosed him with a flesh-eating bacteria. Captain Shlawman then went to see Dr. K, who gave the official diagnosis of "Eh." Apparently, little dogs ears are just thin and sometimes do not heal well from minor injuries. So now our scruffy mutt is missing two chunks out of his ear and there maybe more to come, which is actually pretty funny now that I know he is not going to die. To celebrate we went to the park.



Sawyer Vincent Van Gogh Brown


Even with his new, more aerodynamic, ear he is still not as fast as Gertrude