Monday, June 15, 2009

Coming Down HArd

It is raining here. Hard. Have to go out, meet Warin and another. Going to be wet. That's a problem wet fur is a dead-give-away.

Flecka's nose is falling off. More like it is rotting away. Jack took her to the vet. Twice. They prescribed 2 different antibiotics. Nada. So, last week they did a biopsy. Waiting for results. 

It looks like hell, her nose. And the nose is such a key feature on a dog's face. I have sniffed it a lot, and have not smelled anything like it before. Hope it isn't contagious. 

We have a new dog in the pack. Her name is Barqi. She rarely shuts up, and has decided her mission is to play matchmaker for everyone in the pack. She must be new werefolk. 

I still need to tell about the coyotes and Warin's revelation. Not now. Gotta get out into this deluge. First I got to find Rooster. He is out there somewhere. 

They found the girl. 

1 comment:

Brandon said...

I didnt know that dogs can get a disease that does that.