and R has come down with a nasty sore throat, almost a fever (99.3) and a general malaise that is keeping her little butt tied to the couch and me on the run for juice and chamomile tea.  Poor little mutt. 

Of course, all this drives P crazy because he just wants to playplayplay so I think he and I will head out to the backyard, pick some blackberries and, well, we’ll figure something out.