Summer is shuffling off stage left and none to soon for me. The loss of Oscar & the saga with Buddy (hand feedings, sleepless nights and quarantine), coupled with a myriad of injuries and afflictions to both dogs and humans have been exhausting...add insects, heat and humidity and I'm seriously ready for Fall.
Ball was all the rage this summer. Daisy is a big fan.
As are Monkey and Mo.
Reg is more of an observer, but Rufus loves ball!
Unfortunately, it hasn't all been fun and games. Buddy suffered brain damage from encephalitis. Now he's the anti-Zoolander, he always turns left. I'd love to call him Hansel, but he already responds to Buddy. He's enjoying life, despite its challenges.
His coat has grown in and he's soft as a plushie!
Through it all I'm lucky to have my faithful pals, my little band of loyalists, my shaggy entourage -the devoted contingent of dogs that are my constant companions.
I move in a cloud like Pigpen, but of fur instead of filth (ok, some of it is filth). Reggie (nee Rumsfeld) is the most devoted.
There is no nap that can't be interrupted to follow me, a potent compliment!
He (like his 2 sisters) is a weird one.
He's the biggest dog here but he doesn't know it.He thinks he's still a pup.
He's become a fixture on the small dog walk.Reg & Tito.
He loves to dote on the other dogs; he keeps everyone's ears and faces clean.Reg & Jack
He is often in my way and he's a damn menace on the stairs, but I love my Reggie.Of course he loves puppies.
Yes, new faces! This tribe of 6 was under a bush on our little road; don't know if they were raised or dumped there. They're here now, all else is moot.
As you might well imagine, I hate puppies, can't stand the adorable little things ...what with all that joy and enthusiasm.
5 are boys -I've never been so happy to see 5 little wieners!
l-r: Zoot, Petey, Amber, Lex, Mega and Steve McQueen
Daisy isn't mom.
Steve McQueen and Lex.
Here comes Petey!
Amber, the only girl.
All hail Zoot!
We've tried out Hank and Po, but I think we're going with Lex.
Xmul doesn't care what we call them. She couldn't be happier.
Poor Xmulie -we thought she must have gotten bitten or stung by something, because she had a lump. We treated that, but it rapidly got much worse. The vet directed us to take a sample (with a syringe) and it turned out to be pus -which meant an infection. It was too late in the day to take her to the city, so we had to drain it ourselves. Yoy. We drained about a liter of goo out of her! That was a new experience for us!
You can see the drainage incision on her chest
A course of antibiotics and a daily flushing for a week and she's fine.
For most of us though, it's been the same old same old.
Posey, Luna and Bette under the neem tree.
Linda (more on her next post) and Monkey seize the evening.