Morning Light
It’s hard to look dignified while being attacked by the couch. I don’t know how that can be comfortable, but it must be, because she sleeps like that all the time. Sometimes I come home from work and find the couch cushions on the floor, with Harriet sleeping on the bare seat support. I wouldn’t think that would be comfortable, either!
Harriet is doing fine, aside from the couch swallowing incident. No more seizures, as far as I know. She’s developed paralysis on the right side of her face (sort of like the canine equivalent of Bell’s Palsy). It isn’t bothering her, and the only time you really can tell something’s wrong is right after she eats or drinks. Then, her lower right lip gets floppy. Her new nickname is Whopperjaw.
(About the couch. I’ve got waterproof covers on the cushions, because Harriet leaks. I’ve been covering them up with towels or sheets or whatever is handy that can be washed easily. Under that is a pee pad, and under that, there’s a waterproof mattress cover.
And Henry, being a total dork.
No seizures this week. Huzzah!
Monarch (Danaus plexippus) on Zinnia
This guy was VERY shy. Every time I went out to get a photo, he flew off.
The last couple of weeks have been filled with drama-llama-ding-dong. The cherry on top was waking up early Monday morning to Harriet having a grand mal seizure. As far as I know, she’s never had one before. Hopefully it will turn out to be an isolated incident. It’s likely though, since she’s an old dog, that it was caused by a brain tumor. If so, she’ll have more seizures, and they will get progressively worse and more frequent as the tumor grows. For now, since we don’t know what’s going on, we’re in “wait and see” mode.
You would not know that anything had happened judging by Harriet, though. Within half a minute of the seizure, she was up and asking to go outside, and then she came in and demanded breakfast.
It started raining last night at around 1am. And more than 12 hours later, it’s still raining. Hallelujah!
Harriet isn’t as happy about it as I am. She’s been looking out the window and sighing heavily.
I’m celebrating by having a pajama day.
The Romper-Stompers were up to their usual shenanigans last night, so I was awake until about 3am. Not good. I think they must have kept Harriet up, too, because she was kind of appalled when I woke her up this morning. “More sleeping, pleaseandthanks!”
“GET OFFA MAH TUFFET!”
Whereas Henry plots world domination, I’m afraid Polly’s more likely contemplating supper. She’s incredibly sweet, but she clearly flunked out of Evil Genius School.
Flopping like a trout
Beans for toes
Watching
Miss Brown is taking it easy.
red paper boat 