Animaladjusted

Bailey's having a better-than-lately day, after having three god-awful ones in a row. Ainsley noticed the right side of her face seems to be sliding off her skull, and she about feel backwards down the stairs last night, the big hulk of Griffin following behind the only thing that kept her upright. We're taking her in for an MRI on Friday, if the appointment time is available.

Meanwhile, Dover has so far not thrown up today for the first time in a while, Jeremy is nursing a bite wound on his butt for which we have to medicate him every night, and Tomas is hobbling along like a three-legged cat after discovering that jumping up on the electric stove probably isn't a good idea.

Just blows our minds to note that Griffin is the only normal pet we seem to have these days.