Furry Friday – Happy Labor Day!

Welcome to Friday! We made it through another week, and it’s a holiday weekend.

Happy Labor Day!  I hope you have a lovely time with cookouts and picnics and end-of-summer joys.  We’re going to the local Peachfest this weekend.  “We” includes my husband and I, not the dogs. 

The past couple of weeks have been a little off-kilter and I have not been posting on the blog very much.  Part of my absence has been to circumstances beyond my control – that nasty sinus infection knocked me down, then the neighbor’s tree knocked out our power and internet.  In between these incidents, I managed to finish writing my book!  This is the fifth round of edits, and I’m preparing to send it out to my trusted readers for one final read-through before I embark on the quest to publication. “My Life in Dog Years” is almost ready.

_{Second time the same tree has fallen in our driveway and taken out our power and internet}

But you’re not here to listen to what I’m doing.  You want to hear about the dogs.

Gidget McFidget is still her fidgety self, showing no signs of slowing down at the age of thirteen, however, her eyesight seems to be diminishing.  We can walk past a rabbit hiding in the grass, and she doesn’t scream murderous threats in its direction.  She can only see them if they move.

Bruce Wayne is twitchy as ever, although his steroid dose is low enough that he is no longer vibrating.  He returns to the vet next week for his second round of heartworm treatment, and I expect he will be back on the high-dose steroids following the visit.

Both dogs tell me that I have been extremely boring, spending too much time on the couch during the sinus infection and too much time in front of the computer when I’m writing.  They both set up residence as close to me as possible just in case I should drop any snacks while I’m writing.  (I don’t let them have the jellybeans, but I will share graham crackers.)

Now I must go provide some entertainment to the Twin Terrier Terrors before they team up to wreak havoc once more. 

_{We’re as close as we can get while she writes}

_{If I sit underneath her chair, I can catch any falling graham cracker crumbs}