
🎶 He ain’t heavy he’s my brother. 🎶 ~ Gus Kitty

🎶 He ain’t heavy he’s my brother. 🎶 ~ Gus Kitty
Wow, where to start.
Bess is sleeping all night, and putting herself to bed if she is tired! Let the balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling!
We had a blizzard last Sunday and Bess got to experience a lot of snow. She had seen small amounts before but not 17 inches worth at one time. At 5:30 that morning when she and Bonnie went out we already had 7 inches of snow. Bess immediately started to bark at the falling snow. I assured her it was fine and she bounded down the stairs barking as she went. Bonnie came up to me with a look that said “I’m the big dog I’ll protect her” “Ok Bonnie Pup, Thanks!” Bonnie then stopped at the porch door, did a slow look up at the sky observing the heavy snow falling, turned and looked at me with a “what is this wet stuff?” look. Then because she is the “big dog” she continued on slowly and cautiously, because there is wet stuff you know, into the pup pen to “protect” Bess.
Bess and Linus have reached a truce of sorts. I still have to tell Bess “leave it” when she starts to play too rough with Linus. Instead of being offended at being called a “leave it” Linus seems grateful and is learning to run a bit faster away while I redirect Miss Bess.
Belle had her surgery to be spayed and had a few hiccups, but is fine. It took a bit longer than usual for her to get the anesthesia all out of her system so she had a puny few days. Then she decided that her incision area needed to be clean, very clean and started excessively licking the area, so enter the cone collar. We tried a donut collar first but Miss “I don’t want this thing around my neck” figured out how to get her front paw through it in an effort to get it off so we abandoned that option and turned to the traditional collar. It’s clear so it helps her to still be able to see everything that she needs to and has done a great job dealing with it. Belle’s stitches come out tomorrow so we are hoping the collar can be taken off then too. The pictures below capture the highlights of the past few days.
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