And so it stuck for the puppy. Who we've had longer than either of our kids. It's a toss up some days which one I love more.
I'm sorry if you think that you have the best dog in the world, I really am. I hate to break it to you, but you're wrong. Kate is sweet and loving, happy to see you but not hyper, never, ever licks without express permission, and keeps my feet warm in bed at night. She alerts me to visitors before they even ring the doorbell, gives me a measure of safety that no alarm system can ever match, and even makes sure the crumbs are taken care of under the dining table.
She's precious. But she's old. And with increasing frequency, I've been taking her to the veterinarian, for big things and little things, and just general wear and tear. Today she went for a double earache. And Katie? She doesn't complain. She takes her medicine with great dignity. Especially when I mush it in with Peanut Butter. But the peanut butter sticks to the roof of her mouth, poor thing.
Katie doesn't have a lot of "tricks." But she sits, even when I whisper it. And the minute her butt hits the ground, her paw comes up. Just, you know, in case you want to shake it. Which I always do.
Miss Bell is on several steroids, and anibiotic and 2 kinds of topical ear meds. I'll have to give her treatments 2 times a day for 8 days, minimum, but you know what? I will. Gladly. And not complain. Because Katie is my first baby.
I seriously don't know what I'll do without her, when the time comes.