We just found out that my mother's dog Solo, who is a sweet old lab/border collie mix with kidney disease and failing joints, has inoperable cancer of the mouth. Well, actually, we already knew he had cancer, but yesterday, we found out that there was nothing we could do. The only "good" news, if you can call it that, is that the vet says that it's a fifty-fifty chance that his kidneys will go first. This is on top of my grandmother's puppy dying last week while she was being spayed. Her heart just stopped. She was eleven months old, and otherwise perfectly healthy. Plus, she was the daughter o one of my grandmother's other dogs, who had belonged to a breeder before my grandmother got her. So my grandmother dragged us down to a little town a couple hours away to adopt another puppy from a local rescue, who she gave the same name as the one who just died, Shu Shu. Which is a little morbid, but she's Grammy's dog. Mom and I have taken to calling her Shu Shu Two, or Goody Two Shus.
So needless to say, I'm a little bummed, so I recorded this video of my mom's maltese/dachshund, Suzy closing her eyes every time I rub her belly and opening them every time I stop.
( Forty-five secons of cute )
So needless to say, I'm a little bummed, so I recorded this video of my mom's maltese/dachshund, Suzy closing her eyes every time I rub her belly and opening them every time I stop.
( Forty-five secons of cute )