It’s been a bit over a week now since Mason died. In that time, our other dog, Zoey, has gone from convalescent nurse to full-fledged companion animal. We got her four years ago to hang with Mason, to make his old age a little better. We did not expect him to live nearly as long as he did, and as a result, Zoey’s life was maybe not as good as it could have been. She was always with Mason, and when he couldn’t go anywhere (the park on a hot day, with the family on vacation, camping) then she couldn’t go, either.
Since Mason died, her life has gotten better. In this last week she’s gone with us in the car on errands, been to the drive-in movies with us, and gone on long rambling walks. I’m pretty sure she misses him, too, but she seems to be doing okay.
Here’s a picture of her (the best picture I think I’ve taken of her) in the back of the minivan at the drive-in.
Zoey at the drive-in
Our 5 year-old rescue Poodle, Zoey, went and broke her foot last Friday. We let her out in the morning, and she came back in on three feet. Mason (our 12 year old Poodle) does this occasionally, and it goes away after a few hours, so we thought nothing of it. But Friday night she was still limping, and by Saturday she wouldn’t put any weight on it.
We waited until Monday to take her to the vet, because we are bad parents that way (remind me to tell you about how we let our three year-old human-boy languish with a fractured foot) and when we did take her in we got this:
She’s got a pretty purple splint now, we carry her up to bed sometimes, and she gets pain meds with her breakfast. That’s the life, eh? All she had to do was break her toe in spectacular fashion. This is also the dog whose teeth were so terrible that she spat out a tooth and nobody noticed until the cleaning people found it under an end table.
She just seems so grateful to be out of the situation she was in before she was rescued.
We took advantage of the Labor Day weekend to take the whole family on a hike at Clinton Lake. Everyone had fun, including the two dogs. We spent most of Monday evening picking burrs out of both poodles, as you can tell from the pictures.
Mason got burred
Zoey taking a rest