Yet another blog entry on...

On how quiet the house is without the dogs. It isn't really, the cat is meowing and there are still snakes to water and crickets to feed to lizards. But without the kiddos, the life that remains is slightly less dazzling.

Leashing and hauling four excited dogs to the vet is always a treat. It was fun today because my brother was here to help and the kids sensed that he didn't quite know what to do. Greta got to wear a new collar because somebody, probably Cody, ate hers. Cody did his best dramatic flattening himself to the ground, and Greta demonstrated how she would run right to the truck and load herself.

Once we got to the vet, Cody forget he was shy and retiring and oh so sad and ran right up to the attendant in an attempt to steal the first pet from Greta. Dottie and Prissy waited regally for his return-they do not walk themselves back but must be carried as befitting dogs of their stature.

Greta's in for a little surprise-her teeth need to be cleaned. It's always something-and with four dogs it's a little easier to get them on rotating schedules of maintenance than pay for it all at once.

I'm very pleased with how well all of them have settled in to the new vet/kennel. It is always easier to leave when they take it in stride.

Take your medicine

Dottie is very good about taking her medicine-she only sighs a bit for dramatic effect when the amoxicillan comes out. PINK is not her favorite color.

It's very hard to dose a tiny little dog. Just one more added issue with the ultra small chihuahuas. Yet, those dogs DO have a purpose. For the elderly, or for anyone who can't really exercise, they are the perfect pet. I am really torn-I don't like the practice of breeding for small size, but I do really like the result.

I guess it's a good thing it isn't up to me.

Smart Dog

I woke up last night and found Dottie had propped herself up on the pillow to breath easier. That is one smart little dog. She woke up with a lot more energy today.

A good day

The heat is not quite so fierce and the doggies spent a lot of time outside doing doggy things. Mom came down with compost and brought them a treat.

I filled the talking treat ball and let them play with it outside. Talking treat balls are not very pleasant in the house.