Watz Mine Iz Yurs!
Monday again, and another Pawsitive Pondering. This one is my new grand-dog, 5-month-old Ruby. I sing her the Scoobie-Doo theme using her name instead—yes, she thinks I’m a nut. Adopted from a local county animal shelter, she came to my daughter, Christina, with a nasty and highly contagious cold (deemed by our vet not to be kennel cough or the canine flu, thank goodness). The pup is on meds and was quarantined to the basement for 5-7 days so as not to infect our dogs or cats. Christina set up shop down there, and the two of them have been living in the basement for the last week. Don’t feel too sorry for them. It’s not as draconian as it sounds. There’s an in-law suite down there with a fully stocked kitchen and bath, and a big screen TV with surround sound. Not exactly an episode of Criminal Minds, Buttercup. After the animal shelter, sweet Ruby probably figures she’s won the lottery. Christina, the human half of the duo, is happy to take care of her pooch, but she’s ready to integrate back into the upstairs world. Tomorrow Ruby sees our vet, and we’re hoping she gets an all clear.
Have a wonderful week, Buttercup. See you Wednesday for the Naked Truth!