She can’t hear anymore. One night when Peter was cooking steak, he set off the fire alarm in our kitchen. She didn’t move an inch from her dog bed. NOT NORMAL. Pretty telling. The last time that happened, I opened the back door to vent the kitchen, and she ran out. I followed her, calling her name. There she was, trotting down the sidewalk, heading to the field across the street. I continued calling, calling her back…..and she would have none of it. She was going to get as FAR away from the smokey kitchen as possible. When she reached the corner, she stopped. Then it happened.
She looked right. She looked left. THEN, she crossed the street.
Our Jewel. She is a treasure. #100happydays (75/100)
Ciao for now….Diane