May your tail wag, your belly be full, and may you have a forever family to rub your tummy and scratch behind your ears. --------- the collies' blessing to other dogs
Monday, November 5, 2012
Cone of .....
Okay, Dad is upset with me. I am stuck wearing this cone when he goes to bed or goes to work. Thursday Dad noted a little spot and put some otomax on it that night and in the morning. When he got back from work Friday, I made it into a huge spot. Boy was he grumpy.
Listening for Space Aliens
Saturday morning off to see the Doc Waddell, our vet. No openings, but there is one Monday. So Dad got a cone for me. I was a bit upset about it, but Dad made sure I wore the cone. We went to the park Sunday and we saw a bald eagle in a big tree in the field across the street. Sigh, Dad forgot his camera.
My Fur, They Shaved Me
We see Doc on Monday and Dad sighs relief as there is no infection. They cut hair and shave the spot, putting a huge visible spot on my rear flank. As we are leaving the Vets, Dad tells me no dog park. I'm like come on Dad, but he is adamant. No park for four or five days, that side has to heal. Sigh, there is no winning when Dad gets that look in his eyes.
Essex and Sherman are aunt and great nephew. Essex is a friendly, but reserved female tri-color. Sherman is a brave happy outgoing male sable & white. Deacon is a our dog angel that watches over our pack. He crossed the bridge before his fifth barkday.