Nana: We're taking our border collie to the vet for her yearly vaccinations. For some reason she gets violently ill when she gets her vaccinations. Last year, she was on the normal puppy schedule for shots. Even spaced out, they made her sick.
time she would vomit and feel awful for a whole day. I warned the vet
about this but he seemed to shrug it off. Really ticks me off when a vet
disregards my observations. I'm not an idiot, especially when it comes to
the first event, I didn't feed her until she had her vet visit, but
it didn't matter. Even with nothing in her stomach, she'd have the dry
This year I have a new vet. We'll see how this one handles it.
Here's a picture of Nana multi-tasking. She always rides with me in the golf cart as I tend the animals and gardens, but this time she brought her ball--just in case.
Maggie: Poor old girl is feeling her age. She has a little cough after she eats. It might be due to the way she wolfs down her chow. I've resorted to giving her more broth so she slows down and slurps some of her food.
She's definitely slowing down though and tires out faster. As some of you might remember, Maggie was the labrador who was dumped out in the country.
Maggie and a lab puppy (we named him Biscuit) found their way to my house. Biscuit died of parvo despite our best efforts, but Maggie did fine--other than her bouts with Nana, the Terminator.
I'm happy to report there have been no more altercations between them. That might have something to do with how angry we were with the little beast the last time she trounced on poor Maggie. Nana knew she had crossed the line and did her best to get back into our good graces.
Iko: Our special child. He's still feeling a little lost since Saint Tank passed away. He idolized his older brother. He's been content to let Nana become alpha as long as she plays nice with him. If he wanted to he could put a world of hurt on that little dog. Fortunately, she's never tested him that far.
Iko has always been a little different. He's a nervous kind of dog which is hard to handle since there's so much of him. It's not easy to calm a 115 pound dog intent on hiding or running away.
We sometimes call him Crazy Ivan because you never know which way he'll go next. Still, he's a sweetheart. He loves to lay his head on your shoulder especially when he wants a hug. And he loves to go out in the rain because he knows when he comes in, I will rub him dry with a big, old fluffy towel. Life is nothing but simple pleasures for Iko.
And I couldn't end this post without including a picture of our angel, Tank. This is him and Nana when she was only a mini-monster.
It hasn't been the same since he's been gone. He was the rock of the pack, but he was still our baby til the end.
It might seem foolish to those of you who don't have pets or see your pets as mere animals, but our guys are family to us.
There have been saints, sinners, and at least one goddess in the long line of fur babies who had made their home with us. We loved them all.
What pets live with you, (past or present)? Have you ever had them share a bed with you? Extra points if they've ever pushed you off the bed.