atlas has an inflamed dew claw and i had to wrap it so he’d stop licking it. better believe he’s milking his new, grievous injury for all it’s worth. “better give me extra snacks, this could be my last day on this mortal coil...”
“i am part husky. bred to endure the cruel, unforgiving tundra” Atlas mutters to himself while laying in his sweatshirt next to a woodstove on a 50˚ day