We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar–T.S.Eliot
Tilly is in post-op day 9, the 9th day of restrained activity. Restraining a puppy, push down the energy in one area it will manifest somewhere else. She broke bad on breaking bad.
