I said goodbye to Hank on Friday. Yes, it was as heart-breaking as you're imagining.  The quality of his life had gone downhill fa...

Finally, Monday morning, after 26 days, Hank is taking his final dose of medicine post-snakebite. He's doing great, by the way, with n...

Spoiler alert: As I post this Friday evening at 5 p.m., Hank is doing well.  Remember that as I tell the tale. It was Thursday around...

Lucy has been wearing her grazing muzzle for 10 days now. Frankly I'm amazed that she puts up with it.  There's no way I would a...

As the pasture has turned from a windswept, brown desert to an astroturf-green carpet over the past few weeks,  I've been witnessing ...

Lucy thought that I was kidding yesterday when I threatened her with talk of a grazing muzzle. I wasn't. Lucy is prone to chubbine...

Some weeks just don't turn out the way you expect. I posted on Monday about all the wonderful things  that would be happening to the ...

It took Hank three servings of antibiotics on top of his food to decide he didn't want to play that game anymore.  No problem. I w...

I love you guys. I mean it. You offered up so many great suggestions and recipes on yesterday's post, I will forever be in your debt.  ...