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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Saturday, January 19, 2013
|Red Sonja, aka Red Sofa|
"More pills please!"
This didn`t clear, and so we had a visit to the vet. She had a going-to-vet bath. Alas, one of the effects of spaying a Papillon can be drastic coat texture change. When you wash the ample Sonja, the result looks like an explosion in a cotton wool factory.
I took this fluffy fat apparition to the surgery and after blood tests and 3 injections we came home with pills, which, to Sonja`s delight are administered in chicken liver pate. She gazes longingly at the pill bottles. And she is being tempted with cat food. The old girl (now fourteen) is living high these days.
Life is quiet for Belle and Cupcake, Sonja`s grandchildren. They should have been at a big show yesterday, but the weather said no, so they are all dressed up with nowhere to go.
They don`t care.
And after looking at the show results, neither do I.
Next stop Crufts.