Dad's been gone a year as of yesterday. Lost my best fish'n, shoot'n, golf'n, fly'n, and travel'n buddy. Sure miss those twinkling eyes, that dry humor, and his shenanigans.
Willie's GPS tracker is working like a charm. Why the heck didn't I get one a long time ago, well because my old phone wouldn't support the required app. My old phone was way past the expiration date, and the kids all said I needed to get a new phone. Not that I listen to them, but I went and got a new phone and changed carriers while I was at it. The kids may be rethinking their encouraging me to do so, as Nanny works around the place with music blaring from her new phone. https://youtu.be/8UHMSVOHddE
Yesterday evening I got home to find Willie acting like he had something stuck in his mouth. I couldn't see anything, but knew something was there. Called the emergency vet, got Willie an appt and we headed out. Fortyfive minutes driving and a short wait later he was seen by the vet. Sure enough he had gotten three small sticks crosswise in the back of his mouth. They were removed and after considerable lightening of my wallet, we were on our way home. I would have much rather gone on a St Patrick's pub crawl with the kids, and think Willie would have, too.