Stella has had a rough few weeks. Several teeth were removed in July. A troublesome oronasal fistula has not healed, resulting in two follow-up procedures. Today’s exam by the vet revealed that the fistula, while not completely healed, is in acceptable condition. The prognosis is guardedly optimistic pending next week’s follow-up.
Throughout this time she has had a good appetite, been interested and alert, and extraordinarily resilient. She was understandably reluctant to submit to the exam, though once it began she endured with no growling, snarling, or snapping. What an amazing girl she is. How lucky I am to have her.
What we harvested today from our garden. Chocolate Cherry and Roma tomatoes, Jalapenos, tomatillos, a poblano and a sweet pepper. We are blessed to have such a productive garden. I am blessed to to have such an industrious partner who loves putting her green thumb to work.
Ranks of altocumulus march diagonally across the sky.
Daybreak softly creeps across the landscape.
These Turkey vultures recently soared above our home, taking advantage of a stiff, gusty west wind. They are graceful, graceful birds.
I did not capture Achilles in mid-lick, he was at ease, relaxed, tongue extended. He frequently does this, seemingly completely unaware that he is giving tongue.
I could see in my mirror that the sun was rising. Until I got out to capture it, I could not see that the sun also kissed the clouds. What a glorious sight!
Achilles graces and blesses our lives. I’m grateful to have such a good dog.
Coneflowers grace and bless our front yard.