Chipmunk's demise
Today was what I’d call a mediocre day for Gilly. He woke at a relatively decent hour (10:00), and maintained a not terrible but not terrific appetite the whole day through. I came clean about the yogourt, and he agreed to eat a small helping with one scoop of protein powder and maple syrup (not at all necessary for the rest of us, but I was advised to sweeten things, so I let him add to his heart’s content). He ended with, “Not bad, but I prefer you put it in the smoothies.” O.K. I can live with that.
His energy level was low, so we walked less, but he did some ‘ball’ exercises to compensate (finally, he agreed to try the new exercises Thi gave us on Thursday…patience, Cindy). Again, low energy is to be expected.
We spent some time with Evan and Fred, both were around for a few hours here and there, which was very nice. It was a quiet sort of weekend, but enough action to break the mundane routine of pills, smoothies and the like. We both enjoy the informal atmosphere; it allows us the chance to see and chat with country friends (some double as city friends too, right She?).
Liylah had an exciting day. Catching waves is nothing in comparison to trapping and killing her first chipmunk. We couldn’t believe our eyes. It’s amazing how a mild mannered lovable dog can transform herself into a ruthless killer at the drop of a hat. She stalked her prey under the porch all morning. When it attempted a clear getaway, Liylah pounced and killed the poor helpless creature with precision. Auntie Ruth was delighted, because Whistler usually keeps the squirrels and chipmunks from entering her house through holes in the foundation, and she won’t be here until mid-August. Gilly says there’s one less chipmunk now to worry about.
His energy level was low, so we walked less, but he did some ‘ball’ exercises to compensate (finally, he agreed to try the new exercises Thi gave us on Thursday…patience, Cindy). Again, low energy is to be expected.
We spent some time with Evan and Fred, both were around for a few hours here and there, which was very nice. It was a quiet sort of weekend, but enough action to break the mundane routine of pills, smoothies and the like. We both enjoy the informal atmosphere; it allows us the chance to see and chat with country friends (some double as city friends too, right She?).
Liylah had an exciting day. Catching waves is nothing in comparison to trapping and killing her first chipmunk. We couldn’t believe our eyes. It’s amazing how a mild mannered lovable dog can transform herself into a ruthless killer at the drop of a hat. She stalked her prey under the porch all morning. When it attempted a clear getaway, Liylah pounced and killed the poor helpless creature with precision. Auntie Ruth was delighted, because Whistler usually keeps the squirrels and chipmunks from entering her house through holes in the foundation, and she won’t be here until mid-August. Gilly says there’s one less chipmunk now to worry about.
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