She went back to the vet on Monday and her blood sugar is ... now completely normal, which means we have her under control. She'd also gained a pound and a half on her new super-tasty-makes-life-worth-living special diabetes food. When you say her name now she's like a silkworm missile on a string -- she zooms out in to the front room from wherever she is in the house in a flash, then she sees you're not there, so she tears back and runs a circle around you, then races back out into the front room. Giving her a shot twice a day is about as difficult as giving away beer to frat boys.
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Two more photos of Roswell including one of us together
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In other news, once again unsatisfied with my choices for city council I wrote in Roswell, which in and of itself is not unusual, but then all night I was stumbling across people's Facebook pages, and blog posts and tweets sayin "I voted for Roswell for city council". So we may need to check the numbers closely today to make sure nothing fishy wasn't going on. (Roswell winning would begin the fishy years in Philly's political history with fish being constantly brought up at city council, as well as plans to bring more birds and seaweed to the city. We might get little else done.)
There's one weekend left (thursday - saturday) to see
And disaster begets opportunity -- both of comic book artist Michael Zulli's beloved dogs had to have emergency surgery this week which means he's doing two commissions read about how you may have your own Michael Zulli portrait, of yourselves, or maybe of Swamp Thing squeezing the life out of Donald Trump's hair monster hanging over your mantlepiece, here.
I'm going to be in Quantico Virginia next weekend working on War Paint so if your uncle owns a tattoo shop down there, put me in touch.
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