We took Sadie to the vet, mainly to make sure that her chronic cough was nothing worse than kennel cough. Sure enough, the lady vet confirmed it. She said many pets from Wayside Waifs come to her with the malady, which spreads like wildfire among so many dogs being in close confinement. Sadie had no fever, and her lungs were clear. She had already been checked for heartworm at Wayside Waifs, and we got her started on heartworm preventive today. And she had her stitches removed.
I've never had a dog that enjoyed going to a veterinary. Most have been terrified, in fact. Not Sadie! She saw dogs and cats, and her tail wagged nonstop as she pulled against her leash, trying to make friendly contact.
She also enjoys riding in a car, a wasted skill here, because Cliff doesn't care for hair flying around inside his car. Sadie looked out the window for awhile, then curled up and slept.
You may be able to tell I'm rather pushing myself to do these entries. This has been, after all, Mandy's journal as much as mine. My readers watched her grow up here. So it's hard to keep going without her, but I'm managing.
Sadie and I have spent a week together dealing with one another's' flaws: she's had this snotty, sneezing, hacking kennel cough, and I've had a huge hole in my heart from losing Mandy. We've each put up with our mutual flaws and are becoming rather close as we return to health together.
Cliff and I went to see "Fun With Dick And Jane" tonight, and laughed a lot. It was money well spent. It's a silly movie, but a little silliness is good for what ails us. Then we ordered one meal at a Mexican restaurant and split it between the two of us.
God bless you every one.