So my good friend Mike inquired as how my pal was doing. He is still healing but things are so much better.
He has regained the twenty pounds he lost after the accident, and his wound is barely open. Time heals all.
Every once in a while he still has a little difficulty eating when he gulps his food. But he eats well, no longer painfully turning away from the food I just poured. Frank has kept him well supplied with sausage and biscuits from time to time. He immediately sits when I walk through the door with the aluminium package of happiness.
He rode down to Texas and back to deliver three horses that will one day be living in France.
He was happy to see his friend Sammi who is known to spoil him rotten as well.
He is still the happy, jumpy, tough guy he has always been. Going on alert when he sees the horses. Barking when they are playing with each other. He refuses to move when I start the shop vac insisting I vacuum his big self first.
He sleeps harder than he used too. But that is okay. He has earned it putting up with me all these years.
It was snowing when I took these pics. Snow still excites him !