Friday was Ginger's visit to the vet, who pronounced her perfect in every way. No kennel cough in evidence. A weight gain of seven pounds. Time for an adventure!
On Saturday, I took Ginger up to the barn to meet her really big brother, Ace. She was appropriately apprehensive, unlike Dexter who thought the horses should respond to barking and play-bows by, well, playing. Ginger had a rough and tumble time with Gayle's Aussie shepherd, Eli, even though she was on a lead. After Ace finished his lesson, she got a chance to get a little bit closer.
Willie, a Haflinger, was less intimidating, so she got even closer.
I would call it a successful visit to the barn and she even got a lesson in walking on the leash from Gayle.
On Sunday, she had us in hysterics and reminded us of a poem we once heard Tim Curry read at the L.A. Public Library. The poem is from an anthology called Unleashed: Poems by Writers' Dogs. This four line poem is called "Birch" and it is by Karen Shepherd. Every dog owner I know understands this poem.
Are you going to eat that?
Are you going to eat that?
Are you going to eat that?
I'll eat that!
Our friend Lisa, subject of this display of dog cuteness, does volunteer work for a pet adoption charity, so she was not all bothered by having Ginger hover near by looking for a hand-out.