I had to do this to Lorelei: We went up to the RAPTOR house, (which needs renters, if anyone is interested) and told her to look up. Her face was priceless. She was startled, but curious at the same time. I'll bet my FIL will have comments from local taxidermists?
The aisle between mews for the program birds.
Top floor of the RAPTOR house.
Wendi, who frequents this blog and occasionally leaves very awesome comments, was cooking up a batch of doggie cookies for Chet Baker and asked me if Boomer would like some, too.
What a sweet gal. Thanks, Wendi! The dogs LOVE them. If you give me the recipe, I would like to post it here.
I so love this dog. He was as calm at the vet as he is at home.
Stats: No tapeworm, as far as we know.
He now weighs 22 pounds, up from 19 pounds last week. Not bad, but not good enough.
He was dewormed again with a broad spectrum dewormer, given his first heartworm preventative and is to return in 2 weeks for another weight check and vaccines. He is close to the dividing line of dosages in reference to poundage, so we have to wait for his weight.
I swear, I try to get smiley face pictures of this dog. But...this is how he looks a lot of the time. He gets happy and bouncy when we come home, come out of the bathroom, lay on the floor. But get food out and it's Mr. Pitiful Face. I just know he has been beaten and/or neglected. He is "head shy", so we treat his head and face gently as we kiss and chew. I was carrying a stick out of Isabelle's room (from a wall map that fell) and Boomer saw the stick and hit the floor, cowering.
Ever want to clobber someone with a skillet? I wish I knew who threw this boy away.