I took Elvis to the vet today. It took both of us to get him in the carrier. By the way, Elvis is a 17 year old cat who has never been sick a day in his life. He says it is because he does not believe in jumping or running. The end of my son’s bunk bed has scars to prove it. Elvis and his siplings were bottle kittens. I always fed Elvis last because I could put him on my bed while I fed the others and he wouldn’t go anywhere. Now, he is the only one left. He ain’t no dummy. He got a shot of penicillin and liquid antibiotics to take. He peed on the way home. My cat carriers all have thick fleece pads that I made so there was no real mess. Elvis, however, was embarrassed and hid under the bookcase until after the others had eaten. I hope Doug will be able to give him his medicine when I go back to Reisterstown for a few days. If not, I will have to take him with me. That means no stops for me along the way.
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Elvis
November 6, 2007Cold Afternoon
November 2, 2007
This morning, we went for a walk with the dog as usual. It was sunny and breezzy and Gus (my dog) was stepping along at a good pace. He knows how much he can pull me, but today he really wanted to get down to the horse farm. When we got to the track, we let him go. There must have been 200 geese in and around the pond in the middle of the track. I love to see him run like that. He is so happy and the geese react so well. Some head for the water and some for the air. They make quite a racket and carry on for several minutes. Gus comes running back with such a self satisfied look on his face. Today, he just had to run around us before sitting for his leash.
He is a great dog. I tried to take his picture for you, but he wouldn’t cooperate. I found an old one taken with Prince, who died last year. He had been sick for a long time. Gus would lay perfectly still when Prince lay beside him. He is a great dog.
It has gotten so cold this afternoon, I have been entertaining thoughts of turning the heat on. It’s something I hate to do. When the heat goes on, it is definitely winter—not my favorite season. Fortunately, I am a knitter and have plenty of sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves, socks, etc, etc. I should bake something, but I did that this morning and I can’t think of a single thing that I want to bake. Oh, well. I know Doug will make a nice fire after supper. I’ll get out my knitting, little Maudie cat will curl up in lap and we will watch mindless TV together.
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