Ten.

 

Well, we made it. Didn’t think we would. The good days still out-number the bad, though we’re getting closer to the end of being able to finagle his meds around. I had a long recap typed up, but instead: pictures. Help us celebrate Corbie J. Day by hugging your loved ones close, regardless of species — though, you know, if they don’t like hugs, or can’t be hugged, hug them in your hearts instead.

Once upon a time, we would celebrate this day by plying him with his favorite treats and taking him on long outtings that we’d usually have to carry him home from. This year, we’re happy to let him celebrate in his preferred way:

why, hullo.

I help make this. Getting ready for the daughter and her beau.

if I fits I sits?

car ride yaaaaaas. Ocean trip with daughter and beau

“NOPE.” He didn’t care for the ocean part.

Am stoic

eyebrows!

Sleepy eyebrows!

He’s a shiny dog . . .

oh, did you want to sit, too?

Hero Dog hero-ing

snugged

Corbie-Wan, you are our only ho–we’re screwed.

Very. Serious. Biznus.

Xmas sweater!!