Good day, bad day

Any day I get to spend time with my super-sized Sheltie pal is a good day. We played chase through the woods.

Otherwise my exocrine pancreatic insufficiency is making me crankier than my norm (ok, don't laugh). My owner got a new batch of meds and it doesn't seem to be working well. My stomache is in knots. Maybe she's got the amount wrong. I just hope it gets straightened out soon.