Last weekend, Mom noticed that Ufi had a sore on the inside of each of his back legs. I missed the sore, because he loves it when I scratch his tummy. She tried trimming the matted hair around the sores and we applied some Neosporin. We would have done more, but Ufi is a terrible patient. He cries at the slightest touch when it’s a touch he doesn’t want. The sore got a little better, but Ufi kept wanting to lick off the Neosporin.
I’m another year older. We celebrated with a barbecue at Mom’s. As always, the food was tremendous. I’m very much looking forward to the leftovers I will be eating after I publish this post.
On August 1, 2014, Mom saw a filthy dog lying outside her door. She approached the large, white dog with a little bit of caution. When she got near, the dog lifted its arm. Knowing it only wanted a tummy rub, Mom instantly liked her unexpected houseguest.