She beat the living daylights out of me this morning, the little Juvie. I
had to go it aslone with the meds. I could not get Louie's tuchus out of bed
to save his skin, (I was going to write lazy tuchus, but then I caught him
reading over my shoulder) and got to work by the skin of my teeth. This is
because Brandy has speed I never knew existed! We always thought her the
clumsiest of the four. She had always been chubby, and her paws unusually
large, like a half-grown puppy. And she's getting her chub back, thanks to
this high-octane chow the doctor gave her. But trying to catch her has been
like grabbing a greased hog! (Maybe this should be on the pork thread?)
Holding her down has been an adventure. The moment I'd bring out the
painkiller she'd spit at me and turn her head so fast You couldn't see a
whisker fly. I keep thinking of the scene in that great classic of cinema,
the pinnacle of family entertainment, that tasteful epic "Blazing Saddles,"
where Jim grabs the chess piece before Sheriff Bart could move his pinky.
She also gave me several well-placed autographs, and if I have to do it all
by myself during the entire round of pills I'll lose me a dress size.

Blessed be,
Baha