February 19, 2010

Our Skippie girl had a long day at the vet's office. A routine dental cleaning turned into a throat biopsy. Here she is home and resting (still drugged up). I love the pink bandage.

February 18, 2010

We always pass the Pet Cemetery on thursdays. Oliver asked if we could go there sometime. So, I took him later that afternoon. We have seen 2 of our girls pass through here and really it is a beautiful, peaceful place. We looked at the markers with all the pets' names, saw the stuffed animals humans leave behind with their beloved pets, and read the many markers and poems. I read him the Rainbow Bridge on a marker, we talked about it, and death, and even shed a few tears as well for our furbabies that have passed before us. I want him to not be afraid of such things, to have respect, and realize the peacefulness, love, and beauty that resides here.

February 8, 2010

Little Skippie was a terror the first 3 years of her life. She would tear/chew anything and everything up. Her middle and older years have been great as far as chewing things up is concerned. But just when I think she's too old to bother anymore and I get lax about leaving things out, she surprises me. We came home from an errand tonite to find a torn-up (and licked clean) frozen dinner box in our bedroom. I give her "the look" and she sulks away knowing she has been a rotten girl. Then she lays down in the background looking on pathetically...as IF i would beat her! :D My floor rug also looks disgustingly dirty...I am hoping it is just the photo treatment!

February 4, 2010

Aging pups require a lot of maintenance. This is Skippie's daily dose of medicine for this week. Usually it is only 7 pills, but it has increased this week due to some issues we are trying to control. Thankfully she is a good girl and it is not much of a struggle to get them down her throat. She has been taking routine meds since she was a pup, so I suppose she is as used to it as one can be...