A Dear Poo & Lizard Tale

My sweet lamb

Tomorrow I return to Dr. LePew, my French-speaking gynecological oncologist for a 6 month check-down. Hopefully there's no sign of cancer. I do not feel cancery though that's the bummer about cancer. You usually don't feel cancery until it's too late. That's when you finally feel cancery.







I've taken Bella on two walks so far this morning. Due to a lack of spring weather we're under the constant threat of sprinkles, the ground is always wet. Bella's belly gets soaked - good thing she has a double fur-coat. First thing this morning my sister petted Bella and declared "She's all wet!" I said, "Well, we went on a walk!" She said, "Where? Niagara Falls?" You probably had to be there.


During our walk Bella feasted on deer poop and part of a dead lizard. She ran away from me with the lizard dangling out of her mouth. When I got close to her, I could hear crunching sounds. She wanted to gobble the lizard before I could get it away from her. Eventually I can stop buying dog food altogether. Who knows? Maybe deer poo and lizard are part of a real diet. They're part of Bella's.