Well, we’ve been home for 3 weeks and Patch and Wilma have the new routine down and seem settled in. I was really worried about Patch for a while; he was lethargic and I thought he was on his last days. O.K., here’s the gross part. You know that hard as a rock cystic tumor he has on his hip? It started to ooze…yuck. Dr Boyton, his Vet, said it was starting to loose blood flow in the center and was changing composition. She put him on antibiotics -not my favorite thing as most of you know, overused greatly, but they do serve a purpose, and he is feeling better. He still doesn’t walk a long ways, but last night he did. I was dancing through the vineyard (got busted by the vineyard manager who was laughing) and Patch was right behind me, the whole time.

Wilma is just Wilma, sweet thing she is, unless you’re a rabbit….She loves this 440 acre vineyard as do I. I would rather live here in my little RV than in some fancy place in a city. It is so beautiful.

Here are my buddies…