The Morkie officially has her own little container for her required pill containers and cream vials. Fantastical to-dos updated accordingly: combined with my 4-7 T1D demands and two-pill happy pill regimen, her two things x2 (antibiotics) and one thing (puppy prozac) once should let me qualify for pharmacy training and/or a colorful sticker. Vet isn't worried and suspects it's just a wound. Take pills, apply cream, wait and see. I want my sticker.

I'm sure there's more on my mind but whatever there might be is escaping me at present. Here's my Mastodon handle - @twweaver@mastodon.social - because I fled Muskville, at least for now: if I'm going to witness a trainwreck, I'd rather not be laying on the tracks.