Emmy Watch
Took the dog to the vet for a check-up today, where she was a model patient-- no barking at all, and she barely struggled during the examination. This, from a dog who barks loudly every morning at the painters, who have come here five of the seven days she's been with us. There was a brief moment of excitement when we came out of the exam room to discover a couple of rabbits in a big cage in the waiting room. There was a lot of slavering, and some strong pulling at the leash, but with the aid of a heroic three-year-old who threw himself in front of the cage (it was the cutest damn thing, I wish I had a picture of it), we averted catastrophe, and by the time we finished signing papers, she wasn't interested in the rabbits any more.
She got a clean bill of health, other than the dry patch on her face, which turned out to be caused by some microscopic mites (creepy looking little things). They said it's a fairly common problem with German Shepherds (some sort of genetic thing), that ought to clear up on its own in a few weeks or a month.
On more endearing subjects, she's an absolute terror when it comes to ripping up plush toys, and as of last night, is now willing to play a little tug-of-war with a rope thing that we bought her (she used to play with toys strictly by herself-- If I picked up the other end, the game was over). She's a terrific watch dog, barking loudly to announce the presence of various contractors that we've hired to do stuff around the house, and to ward off invisible and inaudible menaces to the safety of the house. We could do with a little less watching, in fact...
She's a keeper, all right. Which makes it all the more sad to have to drop her off at a kennel for a week when Kate and I go on vacation tomorrow (we'll have Internet access, at least intermittently, but don't expect much in the way of blogging. I will try to take advantage of the laptop to clear up the booklog backlog, though). She'll be fine, and will forgive us, I know, but she's perked up so much from when I first brought her home, that I hate to send her back to any remotely shelter-like atmosphere...
Still, I'm in desperate need of a vacation, so it's off to the dog boarders she goes...
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