Yes, this blog is about being owned by a basset hound....it started that way of course. Della is doing well---she is 8 1/2 years old now and not showing any sign of slowing down. Some gastric issues and acid reflux but it seems to be a bit more under control so I'm not overly worried. She is happy, energetic, has a terrific appetite and still loves to play.
Guinness is cranking along and has his hands full with Oscar, who has become quite the chunky monkey. Why? Easy.......the new resident: Shallimar. Shalli was my mother's cat who is now a permanent resident of the Sarver household since mom passed away almost 2 years ago. Shalli is a one person cat.....can you say "adjustment period?" Holy!
My mother taught Shalli to "free range graze"---there was always a bowl of dry food out at my mom's house. I taught the boys to eat breakfast and dinner---just like the dog. They were in good shape, slender and muscular...but certainly not underfed. Now.....Oscar has become a bit of a porker because if I don't keep food out for Shalli she'll starve to death. Since it's out, it's like a cruise ship for the boys: all you can eat, all the time. ...great....
Fortunately they all get along fairly well....Shalli is not a fan of Guinness but she plays hard with Oscar. Shalli certainly is not a fan of Della but she tolerates the presence of a dog well enough. There has never been any blood spilled--just the occasional spitting and hissing. All in all, a solid and secure pack.
And so the world continues to spin and the stories continue to pile up. There aren't any outrageous ones to tell (which is not really a bad thing) so I have been enjoying a sense of status quo. It's pretty nice.
