A stay mutt popped up and joined the “this guy feeds me” collective. I contacted the locals, and no one claimed him. Collared him and named him BoJack.
6 weeks later I come home to this:
He had been hit very hard. Hard enough to do this…
$300 bucks later, he’s taking a dirt nap. Poor thing. Busted pelvis, dislocated left hip, and spiral fracture of the right femur. He was in a world of hurt. I had the feeling I should put him down right where he laid, but the Fam made me take him to the Vet.
Anyways here is some OC shit.
My gingerbread man since I missed Caturday.
7 pot browns and Carolina reaper peppers I grew
Cheesecake I made for me boy
A big ass Catfish we caught. I know I look like I’m taking a shit, but holding a near 20 lb. catfish and taking a selfie isn’t very easy.
And my toenail fell off.