The Dog Days

 "Lynn, don't ever do that again."

Well, I have to say, once I spent 2 days cleaning,

grocery shopping and cooking, it all went well on the

3rd day.  Folks arrived about 1 am Wed. morn and 

left by 1 pm Wed afternoon.

This is 10 week old, 15 pound Mora.  She was as quiet as a

mouse the short time she was here. And the ride to and 

from the vet, she took it on the lap of her new mom quite

well.  The truck does not accommodate a dog crate, so

Emily had to lap hold her 20 minutes each way. 

We did stop at the local family owned small pet store

and Mora was carried in and out nicely.  I would not

have let my new pet walk on filthy parking lot either.

And the puppy was so sleepy and worn out, she really

didn't have her heart into shopping.  She's got to learn

the girl thing about the fun of shopping sooner or later.

 I understand Mora only threw up once in the van on the way here.

  Then Emily gave her motion sickness med and it did not occur again.

I did wash the doggie bed so it was ready for the trip 250 east to

meet her new dad and spend the week camping with a group of

around 40 slingshot folks.  Mora has a lot of noise and late

nights ahead of her.

Precious spent the Wednesday night from 1 am until Wed. 

afternoon under the bed.  She finally ate her breakfast there,

about 10 am out of desperation.  She usually starts breakfast at

5:30 am.

I am thankful, by the time she knew I was doing up the guest

laundry and opening windows to air out smells, Precious crawled

out from under the bed. About 3 pm.  And when she inspected

all points of the house to be sure we were completely alone,

she was back to normal.

We had hair brushing at 5:30 pm and legs by 6.

We have just girl time from Wed. afternoon until late

Sunday afternoon. Time for me to right the house back

to normal and for Precious to stop jumping at every sound.

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