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| Glenwood, Two Years Later |
``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````I didn't miss the date in thought, but did miss````````````````````````````````````````````` noting it here (these interruptions are Glenwood, of course): October 1 marked two years since I picked this little girl up, a pile of bones and stink and fur. Here she is, all seven pounds of her (including the shadow). Life hasn't changed much since I wrote a month ago: she is spayed and goes into heat anyway, she's a morning person who wakes me up at 4-ish by throwing things off tabletops, she is sweet and funny beyond words.
We went to
One Love yesterday to check out her ear infection and discuss the, um, reproductive issues. Dr. Ryan, Dr. Ken, and I agreed that the ear gets no worse, troubles her not a bit, and is not a big deal for me to care for. (Not after nine weeks of swabs and balms and syringes and ointments two years ago, anyway.) Since the surgery would be both bloody and painful, we've decided to forego it. It would also leave her deaf in that ear (not that she listens or anything). We're doing some dietary experimentation to see if there's an allergy. So I sent myself an e-mail with the subject line Natural Balance Duck and Green Peas.
