Every week I fill these boxes. For the dogs. True story.
Though this is the glorious four months of the year when I am younger than Mr C, I still feel ancient on a daily basis. But it’s nothing compared to my dogs. Bubba, our rescued Clumber, will be 14 in December. He totally acts like he’s 98, sleeping 98% of the time. Penguin will be 12 in January. She’s in better shape and if she could see, you’d never guess her age. That is at least in part due to the pills I put in the box. She also gets eye drops and ointments 2-3 times a day.
It’s hell to get old.