This is what greeted me when I got home yesterday. “You are dead to me!” she said. Obviously, I slept with one eye open last night.
She had to go back to the vet, yet again, because over the weekend she chewed a hole in her foot. She’d been doing so well, too. Thankfully, it’s a fungal infection, not allergies, so we were sent home with antifungal/antiseptic wipes, hydrocortisone spray, and another round of antibiotics (as her previous staph infection was much better, but not 100% healed).
She spent yesterday in the Cone of Shame and is in it again today. Harriet thinks it is a mean, mean trick to play on a poor wee doggie.
red paper boat 