The little Jack Russell is recovering nicely, thank you, top and backside wounds healing well, the larger tummy punctures bandaged with baby diapers and flaming pink tape, Ace bandages, even a piece of the ever-useful Duck (sic) Tape. Anti-biotics and pain killers applied. Even through her drugged-up zombie stupor, she made a move towards the UPS man coming to the door, so there!
Yesterday, Day Two of the Recovery, she lapped up homemade chicken broth, tiny pieces of chicken, pills encased in Nancy's finest Full Fat Cream Cheese, the water from the mozzarella container, and a few bites of actual canned dog food offered by a friend---on the advice of a friendly soul at Petsmart, my neighbor bought Nutro Ultra Adult Lamb, Chicken and Salmon Formula, and the terrier lapped it up.
We're taking it slowly, offering small amounts.
And as for me? Friends have brought me the best cinnamon roll in NM, from the fabled Range Cafe, plus tasty shrimp--and Son of Foodie called "The Day Of" recommending I have a wee dram of Single Malt Whiskey.
Readers, I did. And it wasn't even noon.
( Mesa snow dog, just a few days ago.)
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