Yesterday Little Dog’s vet arranged for a laser treatment on her damaged tail. What a difference. I know it looks red in the photo, but nothing compared to what it was. And, she lets me cover it with her blanket now. Before the laser treatment, the blanket could not touch it. She has quit fussing with damaged tail, and trying to curl herself up to lick what used to look like a live wire.
Little Dog parties on! As always. Next month will be her 19th birthday, according to my adoption records. She is going to out live all of us with her usual amount of grace, which includes chewing her feet like there’s something tasty between her toes, and sighing loudly when she thinks I am a bore – which is most of the time.