Monday, September 1, 2008
Poor Frisco. He's being held against his will in the bathroom for a few days while his abscess heals. I feel pretty bad for him, except at 3 am when he's had enough of the solitary confinement and starts whining and yowling on the other side of the bedroom door. Thankfully it's only for another day or two. Otherwise, I might just have to get some ear plugs.