Enjoys fly fishing upstate!
He's holding a French Bulldog in his bio!
He always calls in the middle of my morning shower!
He calls Rooster, "Our Friend"!
He calls Lucas, my "Best Friend"!
Everyone knows mustaches are a sure sign of smarts!
Doesn't he sound like a fun dude who can really bring the party? I have no problems with this man, oh, except for when he told me that based on his 43 years of experience, he didn't think Rooster would ever regain the use of hers legs or was ever going to the bathroom on her own again. Ok, I kinda hated him when his baritone boomed those words, but that was Monday! Ages ago! Today I love him. Why? Because while I was standing sudsy in the shower this morning, he told me that Rooster had some feeling in her legs, had a little hip movement AND peed on her own. I'm looking on Etsy for best friend necklaces.
Shakira, Shakira she is not. He warned me that this surgery wasn't like a broken bone where we have nothing to worry about, but the words I'm holding on to are, "I'm feeling more positive about her outlook and it all starts in the hips". Ain't that the truth.
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