Sad news to report this morning. My favorite man dog, Jack, my niece's almost clone of Wigman, had to have an emergency laminectomy (back surgery) earlier this week, but is recovering nicely at home with his Grandmother. My niece is in Medical School, doing a short rotation in OKC, so her two dogs were here with her mom. Jack is the funny man and devil dog who brought us the butt whip, the donkey kick, and love claps, to name just a few of his tricks. He looks so much like Wiggles that he could have had the personality of Cujo and I'd still have loved him. Luckily, he doesn't.
On another animal note--even though birds aren't animals--we were doing a serious bathing business out front this morning in the curbside puddle. One grackle drank several gulps of bathwater and then bathed, which I guess beats the other way around but not really, if you consider this is a communal bath. Gross to the tenth power.
After the recent rain, I have seen at least two hawks back in the neighborhood, and while I'm thrilled about that, the birds do not seem quite as excited and the crows are livid. Nothing says hawk like a bunch of screeching crows.
Sis is out on patrol while her dad mows, and couldn't be happier. Some girls are sooo easily pleased.