We spent a delightful day at my daughter Holly’s house. Both girls were there and it was awesome.
See the treat laying beside Sara? That is exactly how I feel. Nope, not one more bite.
We decided this year to do the family photos at our place. We hauled the settee out to the back yard and let the doggies play for awhile. It had been raining like cats and dogs. Part the acre was swamp land, but that didn’t slow the grand doggers down. They played and chased and had a grand time.
Tiramisu is still a success for Flo. She’s doing really well, her heart is doing some wild and crazy beat dance, but she still enjoys chasing in the yard with the dogs.
You go girl!
Every dog that enters our home ultimately ends up with a nickname.
We call this one Perky Fergie. She has so much life and spunk and happiness.
When it was time for dinner, I opened her kennel door and with the grace of a deer, she lept to the top of the kennel.
Girlfriend, one of these days I’m gonna have the camera set up to catch that graceful leap.
My morning went something like this.
“Time for breakfast Fergie, get in your kennel.” She backed up and in one gentle hop, she landed on the top of her kennel.
Nope, I don’t think we will have any dull moments with this kid around.
Somedays the iPhone will just have to do.
I rounded the corner to the living room just to do a head count and this is what I found. Fergie and Zip, butt-to-butt, on the couch.
When Karen is working out of town, I have charge nurse duty. I have a whole new respect for vet techs and Karen.
It seems to take forever to finish passing meds. Three times a day Flo is subjected to a pill cocktail that would impress anyone. She gets these pills that are huge and are supposed to be chewable. She doesn’t like them and there isn’t a human comparable. We have tried a menagerie of goodies to get her to eat them on her own. So far we haven’t had any success. However, we bought some tiramisu for desert the other night and she loves the frosting, so I’ve been tucking the small pills down in the frosting. Eureka!
Timber is still taking very small doses of prednisone in the morning. We’re really lucky that he will still take his pills in a small raw hamburger ball.
Flocko takes phenobarb twice a day, he gladly takes his in kibble.
And then, there Minnie. Twice a day she gets this ribbon of eye goo for her pannus. I have to pay her in treats. It’s not her favorite time of day.
Permanent charge nurse is not in my future.
Well, little Miss Perky Fergie has been home for a week now. She is absolutely, totally and completely delightful. And busy. She’s looked behind door number one, door number two and she’s dying to know who is meowing behind door number three. So sorry little one, that ain’t gonna happen.
She gets along with everyone like she has been here forever.
Yup, our little girlfriend has made herself to home.
Megan, Holly and I did a photo fundraiser for the Rhodesian Ridgeback Rescue—Pacific Northwest today. In four hours we had 21 appointments, 21 Rhodesian ridgebacks and 22 non-ridgebacks.
This is how I am feeling tonight, but it was an awesome day. Great dogs, great photos.
Zip was a show dog before he joined us hear at the gardens. He was neatly groomed and the wild and wooly hair around his ears was nonexistent.
Timber was a pet, he’d always been a pet when he came to us.
I had to laugh at the two photos I took last Sunday.
Zip would be a Wallstreet broker, all prim and proper.
Timber is an entrepreneur hippy.
Both successful, both loved. They just have a different take on life.