Kasha made it to the Vet today, tail wagging the entire way – this is one happy pup when she gets to go out. With Shunka, I was always afraid he was going to eat somebody when he was at home, but when he went to the vet, he became a sniveling lapdog – hated the vet, hated the visit, terrified.
Not so, Kasha. Maybe because she spent so much time in a shelter, and it reminds her of there, and nothing too bad happened to her there. She got used to meeting lots of new people. Properly socialized, as Mr Milan would say.
So, the vet has put her on four more weeks of antibiotics. Hopefully this will get those nasty Lyme. They are usually easier to treat in dogs than in people.
Thank the Goddess for small miracles. Like the beautiful sunrise in the WEST this morning. I can’t see the east horizon – too many trees – but the west is easy. I guess the sun was very red as it rose, because as I watched, the mountains emerged from the darkness and were soon bathed in deep rose light at the horizon, fading upwards through shades of purple and deep blues. It got brighter and more intensely colored as I watched, amazed. Thankful.
Now I think about it, I should have taken a picture. But you don’t necessarily think about such things at 7 in the morning, when you aren’t a morning kind of person. But I’d been asleep since 5pm the day before…