I find myself astounded that a work week with only four days can include what felt like TWO Mondays. It’s been that kind of week for a number of reasons (more on that next week). BUT, I have some training news and questions, so here it goes. …
After Lilly’s recent wellness exam with her new veterinarian, I had to refill her prescription for chlomipramine, which is an anti-depressant she takes for her fears. We had been paying about $25 for 100 pills. She takes 2 a day. BUT, when I went to pick up her prescription after a meeting last week, the invoice at the new hospital shocked me. …
I’m toying with the idea of transitioning (at least in part) to feeding the dogs from activity feeders (what we call “food toys”) rather than from bowls. The dogs have always eaten from bowls (two meals a day), so the transition isn’t easy. …
Lilly agrees that Happiness is a Warm Puppy … even when that puppy is much, much bigger than you. …
I have one tremendous victory to report and two setbacks. …
For your amusement, photos and video instruction on how to hunt tree-killing voles in the Rocky Mountains. …
Another odd week from top to bottom. We haven’t been doing much formal, training-session training, but Lilly did have some adventures, including a vaccine reaction from her veterinary exam on Monday. She’s fine, but she felt cruddy for bit. First, a little good news from our trip to town last Saturday. …
I want to tell you about a horrible, horrible pet essay that is causing a flood of complaints. The essay,
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Saturday morning I got up and out of the house somewhat early for a meeting about a friend’s upcoming city council run for office, so I did NOT have time for photos. But, as I began throwing everything I needed for the meeting and a much-needed day of errands, including all of Lilly’s stuff, into the car, I found all manner of fast food stuff strewn across my backseat. My first thought was to blame my darling husband, but then I realized I’d likely tossed the bag of wrappers and condiment packets (full) into the rear and forgot them. What, …
I was away at college when my
family euthanized my childhood dog (Brandy, a cocker). They drew straws over
the holidays freshman year to decide who would tell me. I spent the following three years
sans canine companionship, but I swore someone – by golly – was getting me a dog
for graduation. My then-boyfriend, now-husband, obliged and in the spring of
1990, I adopted my first dog as an adult at the age of 22. She was a young
Dalmatian I named Penelope
Grace, and she provided lifelong adventures of both the veterinary and
behavioral variety.
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