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2 August 2004
I love my dogs. I took Hunk with me to Petsmart on Saturday to get some food and the look on his face as he entered the door was priceless! It made me think of the commercials back at Christmas where the little girl takes her dog to Petsmart and says, "Look! It's all for you!" Hunk definitely walked into that store knowing it WAS all for him.
I'm concerned about his toes again, and we can't really afford another $600 at the vet just for them to go bad again. I'm thinking of the raw diet and trying to sell Scott on the idea. That's the only thing that makes sense to me...that he has a raging allergy to grain and every time we feed him the kibble it gets worse. I just want to be able to snap my fingers, blink my eyes or wiggle my nose and have it all go away, but I can't. He's gaining weight again because he doesn't want to run...and if my toes looked like his, I wouldn't want to either.
Liz is doing okay for fourteen. She still scampers around the yard and plays upstairs on the carpet, but it hurts my heart to see her walk on hard surfaces or get up off the floor and wobble. She's a tough old thing though...and she still has a sparkle in those cloudy eyes that can make me cry with happiness.
Jeany and Profile are the same...Profile seems to have recovered nicely from his run in with the Evil Balloons, and all four are happy as clams that their daddy is home from California...and so is their mommy. :)
Now onward and upward toward festvial season!!!
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