My brother stopped by this morning so he and I could go to the store and stock up on dry dog food. I got two 30 lb bags figuring that should take care of the dogs until I'm able to be more self-reliant. Anyway, while he was here, I had him sign my Advance Health Care Directive. He asked me if there were any specifics and I told him to "remember, if something does go wrong with my surgery, I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a hot house tomato." It's a bit of a hassle having to fill out these forms but they are necessary, not that I think anything is going to go wrong, I just want to have all of my bases covered.
Anyway, every time he comes over he has to pick up Li'l Sig, who ain't too little anymore. I suspect he does this more so to prove he can still pick up this 4 month old puppy. And, as usual, he always has me take a picture with his phone. Today I had him send me a copy. Below is my brother holding Li'l Sig, my 4 month old Boxer puppy.
As you can see, he is not a wee little doggie.
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