We spent the weekend at my parents’ house, celebrating my dad’s investiture as a judge and my nephew’s baptism. This meant that Choppy got to spend the weekend with Izzy, having fun and getting in trouble (often at the same time). Izzy managed to get the worst of it; she headed back to Chicago with a sprained tail.
Choppy, on the other hand, only managed to roll in something that smelled horrible. My brother gave her one bath on Saturday night, but an hour and a half in the car with her on Sunday made Paul and me determine that a second one was in order.
Choppy is now six years old, but in some ways, very little has changed over the course of those 2,000+ days.
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