flannery has recently started a medication to diminish fluid buildup in her lungs. it's a diuretic so she needs to go on more walks now, which, of course she loves.
this past weekend tim took her to ocean city MD for a couple of days and nights at the beach. since tim has proved time and time again that you never, ever should underestimate what he is capable of fucking up, it was kind of hard for me to let her go. i think i said "don't lose her in the ocean, please god, after twelve years don't let her float out into the ocean" numerous times as they were leaving. and, although there may well be bits about the weekend that i won't ever hear about, flan came back on sunday night looking like one of keith haring's "radiant dogs" - just all brand new, smiley, energetic and happy. she played in the surf and chased sandpipers and had an all-around fantastic time.
on monday she tried to jump over the wall of our backyard while chasing a squirrel. then she ate a baguette. french bread can be very crusty you know. i didn't realize when taking the picture how bloody she'd gotten it, but she still liked it.