The last couple of weeks have been tough in our house with Luke’s illness, which his regular vet figured out was triggered by some herniated discs in his back. However, all’s mostly back to normal now … except the boy’s not too thrilled with the Prednisone gel in his ears each morning, or Mom trying to get a pain pill down his throat when he’s hurting. Still, it’s a relief that he’s eating again.

Even better, he’s been getting kinda goofy again, so I have my boy back. In his honor, this post is all about him. Life in general already is all about him anyway (at least that’s what he tells me).

Look at that grumpy face! If you look closely at his neck, you might notice a line; that would be where the first emergency vet shaved a patch to put in the sub-Q fluids. Oh, the indignity!

No, Mom! My toy! MINE!

Who is this Lassie of which you speak?

I feel pretty!

There’s some crazy-ass stuff goin’ on out there!

This belly’s not gonna rub itself, ya know!

… and here is Sir Luke Fluffybutt to demonstrate “slumbrously.”

No, this isn’t a smile, Mom. It’s gas.

Serious face now … it’s time to edit.
And put your pants back on, you weirdo.