On the transition from the Silicon to the Tanana Valley, from urban to rural life, and from working in industry to being a full-time student to working in academia. If you see your name or photo on this blog and want it removed, please let me know and I will do so!
I have had their line break before, and they toodled to a stop and waited for me, but did they do that today? No, they did not. They saw Raven up ahead and decided that they needed to go follow her.
Yes, my friends. My loyal, faithful Iditarod veterans saw a choice between sticking with the puppy they have known for seven months, and the loving human who has been providing food, shelter, and medical care for half their lives. Tenderly nursing them through their illnesses. Buying $5 a pound prescription food. Cooking special food for them when they are feeling poorly. Anyway of course they chose to chase the puppy.
WEEEEEEEEE up the road they all went!
Fortunately for me (and those idjits), The Bs are right up the road, so I hollered, "HI DB!!" as if she were there waiting to greet us. And it worked. They all ran up to her porch like "HI AUNTY DB! IT'S US!" And she opened the door, they all ran in, and that was their aborted adventure.
And I said some Bad Words.
The End
They are lucky they are cute. Look at these totally unrepentant faces.
It's also great not to have to stress out Miss Thistle's liver with Rimadyl, especially since she no longer has a spleen to help process it.
It's a monthly injection, but unlike Adequan, you aren't allowed to do it at home. So Thistle has a monthly vet tech appointment now. I also have them trim her nails because hey, if we are here monthly, why not outsource the struggle? She does not appear to be any less stressed, but I am less stressed. Hahahaha. Raven and Cricket but accept nail trimmings with dignity, so just think, I will not struggle to trim a dog's nails again for a very long time!