All Things Profane and Sacred

Well, Judeous now has an ear infection. I'm not sure why he's suddenly besotted with afflictions, but it's two more pills a day and an ear washing for him. (Notice the thoroughly incorrect use of the disjunctive).

For those of you keeping track, the pill count currently stands at:

• Four anti-biotics (to keep the skin under the bandage from doing bad stuff)
• Three anti-inflamatories (for his red swollen ears)
• Two anti-anxiety pills (to keep him from freaking out again)
• And a partridge in a pear tree. No, wait, I mean a nightly ear washing with this sweet, yet foul, ear wash stuff.

The absolute joy of pet ownership cannot be understated.