Yesterday I wrote about granddoggy Stella, the wonder Weimaraner, and her puppy mischief. Terrible timing!
She has been staying full time at the doggy college/kennel this week while “Her People,” Good Egg Son and Daughter-in-Law, took a short trip to California. They called the kennel several times to check on their pupster and were assured that she was doing great, romping with the other dogs. However, when DIL returned home and went to fetch Stella, she was told that her dog wasn’t there. DIL waited as the receptionist made phone calls. Finally, someone came out to tell her that Stella had been taken to the emergency veterinary hospital the day before. DIL rushed over and found Stella looking frail and lethargic. She’d lost about five pounds.
Pneumonia was the original diagnosis, but now they think influenza. Not a good thing for a dog to have and not a time for me to be writing about her foibles. I feel like Cruella De Vil.
The people I know who have Weimaraners say their dogs drove them crazy for the first 18 months, but after that, they were wonderful pets. By that measurement, Stella is approaching wonderfulness, with or without her dog college degree.
Today Stella is back home with DIL. She’s on several medications.
Get well soon, Granddoggy. Even Miss Piggy sends good wishes. She says you may borrow her bed next visit, but the No Butt Sniffing rule is still in effect.
Stella says HI to Odessa, the neighbor dog, who jumped the fence to come for a visit and a sniffdown.
Miss Piggy declines to be sociable. She likes to keep her privates private and placed herself accordingly under the table. Sorry that I didn’t have sound because Stella was saying, “She’s joking, right?!”
Oh. . . that most expensive dog record I mentioned yesterday?
Folks, I think we have a winnah. . . !