Poor Boy

A picture is worth a thousand words. Winston had major ($$$$) surgery on his mouth last week. I will spare you the details, but let's just say that he has to wear the cone for 10 days, eat special gross soft food, and his arsenal of meds is out of control. Oh, and he has mini panic confusion attacks. Good times. He is glued to my side 24/7. If I leave the room, he whimpers. If I put him out on the porch, he barks. SO ANNOYING. The kids talk to him in the softest sweetest voice and in the mornings they tell him, "wee wee, you will be better soon boy. Just take it easy." ha! Cute even under these circumstances.