Most mornings I wake up and am immediately dive-bombed by two dogs, Tripp and Tyson. Then a large, wet nose comes up over the side of the bed and a long, wet tongue swipes the side of my face. Repeatedly, if I don't move quickly enough.
It's a great way to wake up.
Piper came home on Saturday afternoon, and Sunday morning she still wasn't feeling up to par. No tongue swipes. Still not eating (home-cooked chicken livers!). As the day wore on, she gradually got better. Dinner was eaten, slowly.
Monday morning, I got dive-bombed and licked!
SHE'S BAACCKKK... still on lots of meds, still don't know what happened, but my baby girl is herself again. This morning she leapt up onto the bed from the floor, not using the "climb."
Of course, she's got more shaved areas and the place where the fentanyl patch was placed is raw, she's gone blond-er (white) in more places. She's aged in appearance around her head, but her attitude is Hyper Piper all over again.
Blackie, Tripp and Tyson are happy she's back, too.
Piper in Texas, 2019
2013
October 2020
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