Merry Christmas!

She's Home!

Well, Sallie baby came home yesterday. She slept a lot but did eat and drink, which were good signs.

Shiba was missing her, wandering around the house looking for her, sniffing her bed, never really settling down until I brought Sallie back. Shiba knows Sallie is still recouping. Dogs are smart.

This morning, Sallie is back to her loving self, but we are trying to keep her calm so her stitches can heal.

She's a love. Walk up to her, and the tail starts wagging. What more could we ask for?

Okay, well, we could ask for her to be house trained (which she is), not to bark too much (which she doesn't), to be patient and loving with the kids and the other pets (which she is) and not to barf (which she has done only once and that was in the car).

So I ask again, what more could we ask for?

This is an unpaid advertisement for adopting a shelter dog!

(p.s. Sallie's eyes aren't really orange like they appear in the pic. For some reason, the "red eye" tool won't remove that. I just ordered a program that should be able to take care of "pet eye" so you can see how lovely and black Sallie's eyes really are!)

Poor Sallie, You Know Not What Your Are In For....

My poor baby (Sallie, not Erika) is going in to be spayed today. She doesn't know it (Sallie, that is, because Erika DOES know).

Right now, Sallie is pouncing around with the cat who, wonder of wonders, seems to be having a good time. Sallie is playing with him like he's a dog, and he's such a good boy, he is returning the favor letting her chase him and then coming back for more!

Of course, Cosmo is high on catnip, so all this might be attributed to intoxication on his part.