Doberkids

I was going to drive to Costco at lunch today for one of those aromatic chickens for Ginger.  Then I wasn’t.  Then I was, wasn’t, was.  On my last was, I started getting the signals…green ones.  So I went through them, and passed my turn to go home, at which point I was on a wasn’t again, until a dove flew over head and told me to keep going, so I did.  I got the chicken and came home.  After I ate half of it, I decided to see if Ginger, who’d already gone outside and came in again, wanted some.  She was in her crate, so I offered her some to the dismay of all the other dogs.  She didn’t take it.  I told her where I’d gone for it, put several pieces on her paws, shut the door, and let her alone a while.  When I came back in, she’d eaten all the pieces!  And was waiting to come out of that room.  Then, I thought, give her more.  So I did, but that was too much.  The pile of chicken remained a pile until I went back in to pick it up.  So instead, I swabbed a finger full of peanut butter on her roof, and told her I loved her.  Then I gave her another pain pill, and came to work. 

I hope she keeps up the good work. 

Helen

Ginger’s not feeling well since her surgery.

She had a very hard surgery.  The lump was so big, there wasn’t much skin to close her wound, but the vet managed.  This is Ginger when I picked her up.  She was still groggy.

Her new x-ray shows the cancer has grown in her lungs and in other spots.

Ginger slept all the way home.  Her eyes could barely open the few times she tried. 

She’s not eating now, though she is drinking.  I gave her a small amount of vanilla yogurt with two 35 cc syringes today and this evening, she got a swab of peanut butter on the roof of her mouth.  She will come outside to go potty and be social with me.  That is what drives her – getting loving from her person.  She’s a wonderful Dobie.

Helen