from Rion and the rest of us.
Category: dogs
Anniversary
Two years ago yesterday, I brought home a four-pound, eight week old scrap of black fluff and attitude from the Pikes Peak Humane Society. I stashed him in the master bathroom for safety while I went out to feed the horses. As I stepped outside in the bitter cold, listening to him scream at being abandoned, I saw the constellation Orion in the sky, and decided to name our new miniature schnauzer puppy after it. I took this photo about two hours later.
He still has the attitude.
Lightning
Orion – Two Years Old
According to the records I received in December 2008, Orion was born on October 20, 2008. Of course, we still think of him as the puppy.
Orion
Three hours every two months it sucks to be Orion because that is when he goes to the groomer. When he comes home he looks gorgeous, and his coat feels like stroking silk velvet.
Lightning
Mug Shot
Life has been sufficiently hectic that I managed to ignore the signs that our elderly Golden Retriever Lily was sick. Then she refused her breakfast last Friday. Her vet came to see her that afternoon, and 90 minutes later she was diagnosed with pneumonia via radio-graphs taken at a nearby vet clinic. We went home with more antibiotics than I have ever tried to get down a dog before, and a lot of guilt on my part for letting her walk around with pneumonia for a week.
The antibiotics seem to be working. She is now doing her normal doggy activities of following me and Jack around, playing with Rion occasionally, and stealing any food she can get. I called her vet yesterday morning to report her progress, and mentioned that she still had a cough. Her vet said I could give her Robitussin cough syrup in a child’s dose. When I got it home I discovered that this is the only human substance I have found she is not willing to scarf up so I have been using a syringe to squirt it down her throat.
Ricochet
Turning disappointment into love: grab a hankie first.
Touching
While Rion and Lightning have been sharing dog beds for a while now, this was the first time I ever saw them touching while they did so.
Hot Dog
At 70F with no humidity I thought it was a lovely day for a walk. Rion, with his tarnished silver coat, didn’t agree: “it’s okay, Mom. I’ll wait here until sunset.” (We have new (to us) phones! With cameras! And Bluetooth!)