You have to hand it to me for getting that shot of Roo in the middle of playing this tune on the piano. She meanwhile, makes no bones about how she feels about my playing.
Every time we get a request to send books to a rescue for fundraising, Roo, perhaps under the influence of the only news network named for a canid, can always be counted on to say the same thing.
"Shelter dogs? Living off my tax dime?! Let 'em get a job and pull themselves up by the bootstraps like I did!"
The good news is that when it comes down to it, she doesn't seem to mean it. She always ends up carrying the envelope to the mailbox. She can barely muster her faux look of contempt. I think Roo's just a RINO - a republican in name only.
Which means there's hope for her yet.
The trend of the last two weeks is not improving. Itching, and now a hot spot.... At least this came with a piece of salami, even if it was hiding two Benadryls. By the way, Roo asked me to remind you that she's still waiting for an answer to yesterday's question.
Paparazzi or Daddies? If there's any justice left in the world, it has to be at least one of the two.
During the past week, when some copperhead forced Roo into bed rest, she had more time than mouses to kill and decided to write her autobiographical action screenplay. She's been bugging me to post it, but I won't until she polishes it at least a little. You know how these triple-threat actor/directors are, though. She thinks she'll be able to sell it on the strength of the trailer alone, even if it's nothing but two unedited shots. As far as she's concerned, these two shots completely tell the story of her battle with the snake. There's no talking to her.
Rooki is more or less back to normal. Her arm doesn't seem to be hurting as of tonight, though she was still groaning a little this afternoon. That was more likely due to boredom than discomfort. Tonight I drove her to a park and before we got out of the car touched her arm on the snakebite and told her that she was going to have to be careful of the snake. She put her ears back and her head down and looked like she was remembering what happened.
On Sunday, during a brief walk on her first full day back from the ICU, a woman getting out of a car saw Roo on a leash and asked if I minded if her dogs were off. Naturally I don't mind, but this struck up a conversation about Roo having been bitten. Right away the woman asked if Roo happened to have been bitten on Hardtimes Trail (appropriately named), because one of her Aussies had been bitten twice there. She said that the park where we were didn't seem to have any snakes.
Tonight, regardless of whether Roo understood the first word of what I was saying about the snakes, I couldn't bring myself to let her off leash at all. I'm more spooked than she is. At one point, she approached a tree stump with a kind of caution that I had never seen her use before. So, who knows.
But the good news is that she's not sick any more and not uncomfortable. In fact, if appetite were the sole gauge, I'd say she's feeling better than ever.