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!
2 comments:
Ginger is adorable and just too cute for words. We've had two Goldens and they were the best dogs ever. I even had a cocker spaniel as a child named Ginger who I loved more than anything, so I think that's a great name. Good luck with her, she looks like she's going to be best friends with her big brother Ace and a charmer around the barn.
Thanks, Arlene. She certainly makes us laugh a lot. Particularly when she and Dexter put on their "fierce fighter" faces and go at each other. Hysterical. We hope to have them each at least as long as we had Muffin and Sheba.
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