My buddy, Abby the Airedale; for 10 years my constant pal, and I are rooting for you.
Swing hard, in case they throw the ball where you’re swinging. Duke Snider
Fireman and akalooker - when you mention “Aussies” do you mean Australian Cattle Dogs? I have a purebred cattle dog, “Ruffie” [named after ZZ Top’s ‘Rough Boy’], and she is the sweetest thing. Also keeps me in stitches with all her antics! She’s the “blue” version.
Great to hear that Frida is on the mend - Dave you absolutely saved her life by keeping the fluids up. Pat yourself on the back.
Best regards -
Susan
You can never fail if you never quit - KD
This is a bit long but I think it’s worth it. My apologies if it exceeds the limit.
A Man and His Dog
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when he suddenly realised that he was dead. He remembered dying and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road - it looked like it was made of the finest marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”.
“This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?”, the man asked.
“Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.”
The man at the desk gestured and the gate began to open.
“Can my friend,” the traveller asked gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?”
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree, reading a book.
“Excuse me!” he called to the man, “Do you have any water?”.
“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.”
“How about my friend here?” the traveller said, pointing to the dog.
“There should be a bowl by the pump.”
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand-pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
“What do you call this place?”, the traveller asked.
“This is Heaven,” the man answered.
“Well, that’s confusing!” the traveller said, “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s Hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
“No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”
Susan
You can never fail if you never quit - KD
THANK YOU ALL, GUYS. YOU REALLY ROCK!!!
Frida is getting better every day.
I’ll keep posting updates. I know she’ ll be grateful too if she could read all this!!!
Dave.