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Significant progress was made this week without significant cursing. He was plumbing. He hates plumbing. Apparently he decided he only wanted to do things once this time…..Because it all worked the first time. With only 4 or 5 extra trips to the DIY store. So, now we are on to bigger things. Like building the … Continue reading…
How does one know when it’s time? I’ve been a dog owner for all of my adult life, usually with two big dogs. I’ve heard myself state, with confidence, the accepted bit about how being a responsible pet owner includes being responsible for making the last days as easy as possible. But I’ve never had … Continue reading…
The continuing Saga of Sedi, the (former) Bunny Slayer Sedi, the German Shepherd, jumped out of the car on the way to the mountains. She had an unplanned sit…. And couldn’t get up. Other than hold her tail up so she could pee, there was nothing we could do – poor old girl. We lifted … Continue reading…
It’s been an educational weekend. Mon mari has been wallpapering the hallway – trying to get it all done prior to the stairs coming. For the record, I don’t paint or hang wallpaper because I don’t do a good enough job for Mr. Perfectionist…. I’m no fool…. Mon mari learned that those irritating little numbers … Continue reading…
It wasn’t poor old Sedi’s hips that were causing her to not be able to stand Thursday evening. She had a stroke. I didn’t know dogs had strokes! Or any animal other than we humans, for that matter. After we carried her into the house Thursday I noticed that she was tilting her head at … Continue reading…
I took Emma to the vet today; nothing important, just the annual jabs. He was amazed at how good she looks for her age. She’ll be 9 this month. For a big girl like Emma (she has such a pretty face) that’s about 85 in human years. Our little, brown dog, Sedi, who we think … Continue reading…
Sedi, the Bunny Slayer has returned. When she managed to catch a bunny at our house in the Vendée two years ago, I thought it was a one-off lucky move. I didn’t think the old girl had it in her then; I certainly didn’t think she had it in her now. But…. Apparently she, unlike … Continue reading…