New Blanky

When I give this to her on Saturday for her 3rd birthday, I'll tell her that each of the 400+ knots I made along the edge is a kiss and see what she says. I've held on to this coveted piece of fleece since August last year not knowing who it would be for but it was meant for her, of that I'm sure.

After the annual poking, prodding, discussing, X-raying, bone density scanning and pee-ing in a cup, the verdict is in: I am healthy as a horse, albeit a horse with typical signs of aging.