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.

According to my research (read: I looked up "sprained tail" on the Internet), a sprained tail is a bit of a misnomer and it is actually something called limber tail syndrome, brought on by over-exertion. I have no idea how that could have happened...
According to my research (read: I looked up “sprained tail” on the Internet), a sprained tail is a bit of a misnomer and it is actually something called limber tail syndrome, often brought on by over-exertion. I have no idea how that could have happened…

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.

Bath time for Choppy: never a fun proposition.
Bath time for Choppy: never a fun proposition.

Choppy is now six years old, but in some ways, very little has changed over the course of those 2,000+ days.

Another incident involving rolling led to Choppy's first bath, memorialized here. The more things change...
Another incident involving rolling (in a very large mud puddle) led to Choppy’s first bath, memorialized here. The more things change…

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