Daisy cut her paw on a shell at the beach (we think) but anyway, she will not stop licking her paw. So after shaving it for closer inspection and cleaning it up (and two x-rays) and $160 at the vet, she is now a funnel-head for a few days. She does not seem to mind. But it is painful when she runs into my shins, which is often. Her manuevering is kind of like that of a lurching, drunken cruise ship passenger right now.
She is expensive and she leaves huge black fluffy tumbleweeds of fur all over the house and she always has to pee just when I have settled under my cozy quilt with a great book in my hand and a hot cup of tea and she jumps on my friend, Latoya, who is terrified of dogs, and sometimes she eats my furniture. But here's what I tell Schmoopie about love (with apologies to Oscar Hammerstein): "...love isn't love till you give it away."
And Miss Daisy, she is all about the love. Nothing but love.
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Aw, poor thing. I hope she heals up quick.
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