Anyway, after my horror, I also had a little moment of guilt that my two fat fur girls live better than lots of orphans. They always get immediate medical attention, even if the concern is minor. They have a climate controlled area and always have plenty of food and water. I have spent thousands of dollars on Izzy's hips and thyroid and skin. I spend hundreds, if not thousands, every year on heart worm preventative, flea treatments, shots, pain killers, vitamins, supplements, thyroid medicines, and blood work. I love these dogs.
When Sammy came home one year ago today, he was terrified of Izzy and Addy. He was only slightly less scared of them than the cats, Lola and GemGem. My how times have changed.
Yes, he was covering them up like babies. Yes, they are slightly insulted, but they were good sports. He and John Hinton both smelled like dogs when I put them to bed. Too bad the girls didn't smell like freshly bathed little boys.
Happy Family Day!!!