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My mom's down to one cat, now. The tortoiseshell that I acquired when I was a teenager had been going downhill, lately -- wasn't eating, gone blind, skin and bones. Mom waited till the holidays to schedule her last vet appointment so that we could say goodbye.

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I'm watching the place of a friend of mine this week while she's out of town. Her usual kennel went out of business when she wasn't looking, and since her dogs already know me I was next in line.

The older dog, C.J., recently had surgery, and I must give her two stinky pills morning and night. Rather than using meat as a delivery system, I'm feeding them to her in globs of peanut butter, which she seems to like.

The other dog, Amber, weighs sixty pounds -- and doesn't bark when she's excited, but bounces up and down on all fours, putting me in mind of a giddy Herman Munster. She always wants to know what I'm up to as I give C.J. her pills, so I've taken to feeding Amber some extra peanut butter when I'm finished. Amber is very slow and careful when taking it from my fingers; from the look on her face she's obviously having some sort of moral dilemma about eating what she's offered while not biting the finger I've stuck in her mouth.

She is becoming less ginger about it lately, which means she's either learning a good thing (that I can be trusted), or a bad thing (that humans are composed entirely of peanut butter). Time will tell.

Dawg

Jul. 11th, 2002 06:54 pm
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My landlady's pet german shepherd -- the one whose portrait is tattooed on her bicep -- has been wearing a big plastic cone on her head these last couple of weeks. The dog, named Girlfriend, had a cyst removed from her leg, and they don't want her to tear out the stitches. In the meanwhile, Girlfriend is putting on quite a show. The cone gives her tunnel vision, so when she's not bumping into furniture, she's bobbing it from side to side as she scans her surroundings. When the neighborhood kids ask what that thing's for, I get to tell them she's hard of hearing, and when she tries to sniff the grass, Girlfriend looks like an industrial vacuum cleaner doing a vaudeville face plant.

Show's over on Saturday when the stitches come out. I'm almost disappointed.

September 2016

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