My lovey friend must know he is going to get hauled off to the vet's tomorrow because he has gone into hiding. What he doesn't know is he is going to get chopped at on his neck, possibly his ear, have his teeth cleaned and anything extracted if need be. He'll leave here feeling good and come home drunk on anesthesia and hurting. I hate to do it but have to.
Actually this was yesterday afternoon. What you can't tell is Young Guy is completely under the quilt in the foreground.
[The weather report just said, for real: Mountaintop snowflakes today! Huh.]
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