Given the Week that Was on the White House/Deface the Lake sick puppy front it definitely seems for the good of all that the Chump should be Dumped before he runs out of buses to throw what remains of his entourage under, and soon.
Meanwhile Thursday here in the early morning mountains Aggie was so low and listless I stayed home while Linda and her Tooth went to Pueblo. I was waiting on a house call from our
neighboring vet which did not turn out to be reassuring as we have here a seriously sick puppy, causation [without immediate blood work] unknown. Said sick pup went under the porch afterwards, oddly content to gaze down the meadow until lured out for a walk she was happy to begin but barely able to finish, then continued to diminish until by the time L. came home
[with the unhappy news that the Tooth, wildly infected, is in need of Extraction] she could only barely walk. After a quick lunch we headed back to Pueblo for the blood work which
indicated extreme dehydration, causation unknown. Being unwilling to leave her
alone on an IV in some cage overnight they hydrated subcutaneously and sent us all out
into the five o’clock rush hour, pounding down the freeway to reach Libre a bit after six.
The Girl, still near the Death Store, returned to looking down the meadow as if she’d never see it again while we finished up a latish dinner and a worried night ensued for all.
Come morning our friend, weak with no eat, no drink, gazed placidly around the bedroom in a manner reminiscent of Specky’s last day, taking everything in as if to fix it in her mind one last time. Then late afternoon she ventured out among the sunflowers, initiating a slow recovery.
Saturday morning she was well enough to take a little sustenance, slowly returning to normalcy while half of Libre, despite warnings of extreme congestion, headed up the freeway for the expected Totality [the absence of fuel further upstream had not as yet become apparent].
[Return to Normalcy, aka “Where’s my Chicken”]
A trip to Dean’s Sunday and
back among the, yeah as usual, sunflowers…and meals with divisive devices
as we waited, here, preparing for The Partiality
…ready…
because it did make for weird skies
and a chill passing over.
Poor Aggie! With a heightened sense from our own dog near-misses in 3917, hoping whatever it is has moved on with the eclipse–blessings to all of you!
Oy, phone. And thumbs…that would be 2017…
Yes it would, and thank you…
Image of Linda looked like she was sucking on a sore tooth….hope there is improvement. Also hoping for improvement with Aggie. We had fog for the eclipse, but there was a slight and strange dimming and when I stepped outside, as you said a chill to the air.
Yikes….bad tooth, sick dog and I hadn’t heard about the fuel shortages.
I drove over Hwy 92, out of the fog, to Crystal Springs to view the somewhat unremarkable 80% eclipse.
Reports from ZoT (Zone of Totality) were much more impressive; perhaps I’ll venture to ZoT next time; if fuel is still available.
I really hope L and A are doing better. At least those sunflowers are an amazing diversion.
As to all; Aggie is quite herself and the tooth was pulled Tuesday, a week ahead of schedule…suffering is diminishing, hopefully in time for the weekend’s several many houseguests…
….happy endings….
Robust health, high energy to all of you!
It seems some time surrounded by a meadow of sun flowers is of medicinal value. Well of course it is! And a fine photo to attest to the effect.
It worked for her; “lust for life” and all that…
I’m glad to read in the comments that everybody is on the mend.
Michael—-Just catching up to reading this, and so glad there is a happy ending for Aggie! I was dreading getting to the end of your narrative. I hope she is still doing well. Hello to Linda—hope her tooth is better as well.