A few days ago, I started Gracie, who is now 13 years old, on CBD hemp oil in hopes of improving her mobility. Last night, she lept off the porch & ran after a critter she smelled in the woods, like a younger version of herself.
I don’t really want her disappearing into the woods at night like that, but I think the CBD oil is working.
Today marks a year since I brought Raven home. She’s a great dog, so smart and so happy all of the time. Gracie has been a great calming presence to her & likes her company. Raven tries to herd Ernie (the cat) not so successfully. Ernie likes the attention most of the time. Bert, my sick kitty, is finally coming around, although that may be more because he’s sick and not so much because he’s accepted her presence. Raven loves them all and is delighted to be part of the pack.
My sweet Gracie had surgery today to remove a tumor that was on her ankle. The tumor has been sent to UGA to determine what it is. I am hopeful it is benign.
UPDATE on 9/28/2017: I heard back from the vet today. The tumor is a cutaneous myxoma. It is benign. I am so thankful!
Best friends come in many shapes & sizes
This one in the shape of a scruffy little terrier
By all accounts a wanderer,
When I eyed him trotting down the road
On a cold Spring evening almost 10 years ago.
He was a social friendly guy who had never met a stranger
A loyal devoted buddy to anyone who needed a friend.
Even after He’d settled into his new digs he’d wander,
Following his nose in his paripatetic fashion to find some new interesting adventure
Over the years he moved a little slower & stiffer,
his handsome brown mask lightened to white,
and his wanderings became infrequent…
He enjoyed the comfort of a warm bed, a regular mealtime, and the occasional treat
But mostly he just loved walking with his best friend
…and keeping his human company
and today as he crosses over the rainbow bridge, our hearts are sad and our tears are fresh
So long dear one….happy travels.
I tried kicking the dog, yelling at the dog and then I picked up the biggest, heaviest stick I could find to bash him, but lucky for that dog (and for me) he decided to walk away. That dog could have killed Gracie & at one point he made eye contact with me as if to say “You’re next!”
I wasn’t particularly afraid of him, but I felt so helpless and I was afraid he’d hurt my Gracie! Thankfully, Gracie wasn’t hurt, at least I can’t find any wounds on her, but I’m still so upset by this. Next time I’ll be better prepared with pepper spray and a worthy stick and I won’t hesitate to use them if I see that dog again. I’m just glad I didn’t have Milo with me because I’m certain that dog would have killed Milo.