I took the pups to be boarded for the weekend. Della went happily enough--kind of like "Cool! Camp! See ya!" But Buford...poor, poor Buford. He went behind my legs and sat down leaning against the counter. And then he laid down on the floor and looked up at me like he was pleading not be left there. He was so sad!! He finally got up and went off to with the technician but he wasn't happy about it.
I know he is going to be just fine, but I'm so depressed about it. I LOVE the boy. He's getting older, and a bit slower, and I guess I just worry about him too much...but he is the sweetest and the most loyal of all.
...someone is going to get extra biscuits on Sunday...lots of 'em!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Non-Basset Post
I realize this is blasphemous--posting about something nonbasset related, but I have to.
Her name is Shallimar. She is between 6-7 months of age. She is my mom's new kitten. And she is a holy terror!
Mom's cat, Sheba, left for the bridge at the age of 19 years, 8 months. She was a sweet, wonderful cat and she is missed terribly. I was worried that without Sheba my mother would go stir crazy pretty quickly, but I needn't have worried at all. Within 1 day Mom realized the silence in her home was deafening and she called me saying, "I want a kitten." I tried to convinced her to get a CAT (you know, older, more settled, etc.), but nope. It had to be a kitten. So enter Shallimar, aka "Shali."
About 3 weeks ago it was time to have the little princess spayed. Why? Because she was going into heat and keeping the entire northeast corridor awake, that's why! Well, the precious little darling STILL hates me because I was the one who took her to the vet that day. I am convinced that she believes I was the one who did it to her!
Hopefully she'll come around and be my friend again...probably just in time for her to have to go back for her annual physical! And then she'll hate me all over again.
Her name is Shallimar. She is between 6-7 months of age. She is my mom's new kitten. And she is a holy terror!
Mom's cat, Sheba, left for the bridge at the age of 19 years, 8 months. She was a sweet, wonderful cat and she is missed terribly. I was worried that without Sheba my mother would go stir crazy pretty quickly, but I needn't have worried at all. Within 1 day Mom realized the silence in her home was deafening and she called me saying, "I want a kitten." I tried to convinced her to get a CAT (you know, older, more settled, etc.), but nope. It had to be a kitten. So enter Shallimar, aka "Shali."
About 3 weeks ago it was time to have the little princess spayed. Why? Because she was going into heat and keeping the entire northeast corridor awake, that's why! Well, the precious little darling STILL hates me because I was the one who took her to the vet that day. I am convinced that she believes I was the one who did it to her!
Hopefully she'll come around and be my friend again...probably just in time for her to have to go back for her annual physical! And then she'll hate me all over again.
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