My Big Back Yard
Maybe update… the vet is puzzled. She’s down, and can’t get up. She may have pneumonia. This tempers my happiness and ability to enjoy new life on the farm. We are now giving her medication via injections. I felt certain she would die today, but i hope that our ministrations, our will for her to stay alive and our quiet whispers in her ear will see her on her feet soon.
Vxx
charlene is typing this with a very soft, wrinkly little bag of puppy fur with feet (and we mean feet - LARGE baby feet) asleep on her lap. the aforementioned critter is called Jimmy Jack. she’s a 10 week old American Staffordshire Terrier and she flew all the way from Townsville in a dogtainer to Brisbane Airport yesterday. we, her two mums, picked her up and drove her back to her new home - The Farm. she was an extraordinarily well behaved traveller, sleeping much of the way or exploring the nether reaches of the car. sliding down makeshift slippery dips, bouncing off yoga mats and generally undertaking exploratory operations throughout the obstacle course that is the car. since getting her home she has been a constant presence around our toes. she loves red socks. she loves rearranging the recycling in the pantry. she loves crawling under the stove. she loves her little heart shaped biscuits. she likes long green grass and she likes playing with the water coming out of the tap. she is beautiful. she has a little bed but last night she slept with us….
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