Last fall when Timber had a relapse with his irritable bowel disease, he had to be on large doses of prednisone. It totally wreaked havoc on his coat. His skin got flakey, his coat got dry and started to break off.
We were kinda worried about our zoi friend. So we started doing some research. We started feeding him Darwin’s Natural Pet Foods. It’s a flash frozen raw diet that is delivered directly to our door.
The food coupled with lowering the prednisone has caused a hair explosion on the boy. His coat is coming in beautifully and he’s starting to look like a borzoi again.
Once again, I am the mother-of-the-bride. I think that weddings are the last cruel joke played on moms so that they know it is really OK to kick the chicklet out of the nest.
In all honesty, my part has been nominal. Megan has done an amazing job of taking care of everything. I have done a few things here and there, but Megan has done nearly all of it.
I have no doubt that she will be the most beautiful bride ever. And, I love her guy. He is perfect for her.
I didn’t have my melt down until I had to go find something to wear. Oh good grief. I do not have the body of super model, or just a model or even a sub model. I hate buying clothes. The mirrors they have in dressing rooms put on at least an additional 50 lbs.
I went to Nordstroms and had my own personal shopper. She was a sweetheart and simply amazing. She grabbed at least a dozen items off of the racks and as I oh so discouragingly tried things on… nearly in tears, she made a run for the Spanx.
They ain’t your grandmother’s girdle any more.
Karen and Timber did their best to cheer me up.
It took me several days, but I finally got my top ten list of favorite photos posted on my photo blog. Of course Timber was one of them.
Things have changed around her a bit. We’re adapting, we’re moving forward, but it hasn’t been without a few challenges.
A few months ago Karen started to travel for work. She’s gone two to four days a week. It gets lonely around here and Timber misses her most of all.
This boy is so darn smart. It’s her job to sit down with him every time she leaves to tell him she’ll be back. But he misses her, I miss her.
We’ll be strong and change is always good. But every time Karen leaves, she has to explain to Timber that she’s leaving and when she will be back.
I swear if this dog goes out to my studio and takes one more toy out of my toy bag, he ain’t gettin’ nuttin.
Of course, I probably could tell him no, but who can say no to that face?
Clearly not me.
“Tis the season. I have at least three Santa Paws coming up and we thought we had better check out the new Santa suit. Timber thought it was only fitting that he be the model and that the very first thing on his list be treats.