I've compiled a few pictures of the old girl to show you how we most often see her....
|snoozing in her crate (no need to close the door)|
|on the kitchen dog bed|
|in the back of the jeep|
|on the kitchen loveseat|
So you can see she's alive and well and doing what she enjoys most - dozing and snoring.
Today, however, she was in rare form. Some guys were shooting clay pidgeons (at least that is what I think they were doing) and we were serenaded with copious banging and booming for a few hours this afternoon. Joy. Sasha was beside herself and followed me EVERYWHERE, puffing and panting and crashing into the back of my legs when I stopped moving. Everywhere I felt like I was being tailed by an old fashioned choo choo train. Two Benadryl didn't even take the edge off her paranoia. When Cindy and Walter stopped up for cocktails I finally had had enough and closed her in her crate before we (humans) moved to the living room to enjoy our "tonics". She was quiet, ahhhhh. She is now back to normal, calmly twitching and snoring on the den couch.