|Painting leaves for Grandma|
|Close to Grandpa.|
One thing I would like to address is how stressful it is to live with a 2 year old and a 16 year old. The 2 year old, a toddler, who is crazy about all things 'doggy' (the 16 year old). Both of them managed uncharacteristically well, since the toddler made sure there was maximum contact between them... The 16 year old doggy was given up for lost 2 years ago when she had a severe stroke and disabled her eye-sight and walking. Within 2 weeks, she had recovered much of her ambulatory skills which leaves her running smack into things... she sees some things on one side only, and hears nothing. So, when she had her last visit to the vet, and it was decided that she wouldn't need a 3 year rabies shot, because, really... (a 19 year old dog?) I opted for the 3 year rabies shot.
A week later, there she is, struggling to move, struck down by another stroke, totally visually impaired, and being carried outside because of limited mobility. Stopped eating, too. We tried to put aside the obvious thoughts while the 2-year-old continued her fascination with all things doggy. A big factor in this fascination was brought on by our cats (Bonnie and Clyde) who made themselves very scarce until after said toddler's bedtime. (Bonnie provided an educational tableau one evening by letting a mouse run around in the kitchen. No pictures... but lots of mouse hunting stories.)
Today's conclusion: She's got 'good genes' (as the vet says), and by the time we returned from the airport, our 16 year old was eating, running around, and acting very non-114 "people years".
|Puppy or 114 years old? (She's looking at you...)|