Actually I think this post should be called poor Felicity. Even though she was not feeling well it was so hard not to laugh. I got up the other morning and Tom had been working outside already and when I sat down to eat I noticed this red on the carpet and thought "sigh" that the good ol' red Georgia clay had been tracked in. It's a nuisance and hard to clean. Then I realized that the color was not quite right and on looking closer noticed there was no dirt just red so I went in search of who was bleeding. Found Felicity and she had broken a nail, BAD. I stopped the bleeding and started cleaning the mess, called the vet get Jeremy up to help with her, she is over a hundred pounds and doesn't like getting in the car. By the time we got to the vet she had taken off the bandages and completely chewed off the rest of the nail all the way off and into the paw. It had to have hurt. If I think about it to much it kind of makes me a tad ill. But the vet fixed her up and put on one of those wonderful Victorian collars. Poor Felicity didn't know what to do as it was wider than she was and when she tried to go down the hall or into a doorway she would hit something with that collar. We had to help guide her around. And when she finally settled down she was afraid of putting her head down, so she was laying down while holding up her head up. I know it sounds like we should have pitied her and we did but it was still so funny to watch her. And we laughed, quite often. She did eventually get used to it and could relax and lay down and she healed real fast thanks to that collar so it was worth guiding the silly dog around. I did make me think about how some times we laugh when things go wrong and need to show sympathy instead. Why is that? Think of how popular Funniest Home Videos is. Personally I've never liked the show, but on the few occasions I've watched I have to admit I would sometimes laugh at some of the accidents. What makes us do this? I have no answer.
I have taken to having my camera with me even when I walk the dog in the morning. The morning sun shining down through the trees is so pretty as I walk by the woods. I was also feeling like I was missing shots of the birds and the squirrels; I'm still missing getting the photos of the little critters, but I am getting some real good shots of the lights and shadows in the woods. Rascal is not so happy about it, judging from the look on his face. Kind of like he's annoyed about having his morning constitutional interrupted.
On the way in he shows a rather peculiar infinity for my sunflowers. I have to drag him past the pot and as you can see he occasionally chews on it as I get the door open. I had no idea that sunflower was doggy catnip. Silly dog.
