Thankful for the veterinarians who toil away helping our animals stay healthy or recover from mishaps! Here's Ember on Thursday, hiding her hurting paw under her body, while waiting for the vet.
We came home with four prescriptions and instructions. The vet herself helped me load Ember back into the car after our visit Thursday morning. Ember loves this vet and was climbing in her lap, and licking her face, and generally being a puppy, all wags.
Ember's cupboard now has treats and meds in it. The good news is that after the hu-mom fretted all day, and the first dose of everything was administered, about 10 p.m. we got production of both sorts on the "output" side. Who knew one would get so excited over excrement? There was some serious fiber in that one! It was not the soupy stuff of the past few days. I am thankful for the improvement.
I slept on the couch again, but got a bit more sleep, once I knew things were improving!
Here's the nod to the holiday last evening. I got a grand total of 9, count 'em, 9, visitors, not counting attached parental units for the littlest of them.
The instant information on social media has certainly changed how the holiday happens... matter of fact, most holidays, since the pandemic! The message thread between myself, my co-inlaws, and my daughter in law documented the counts in "real time".
In the end, "the kids" of course had the most visitors, at 132. My co-inlaws and I live in more aging neighborhoods, so ended up with 7 and 9, respectively. Still, it was fun.
Ember spent the Trick or Treat time snoozing for the most part, in her big wire crate, which is rapidly starting to look like it will be her "final" adult crate, starting now.
Life is Good. I am thankful for this attitude, which was lived by my brother, and encouraged by many positive thinkers in the world. Spark on, my friends!
