(Sorry for the couple of photos turned sideways. They aren't on my computer but for some reason Blogger does that. It's like they may have been turned that way when they were taken and it picks that up from the photo's data or something.)
Monday, January 12, 2015
52 Weeks for Dogs - 2014
Vegas was the subject of my 52 Weeks for Dogs project last year. You might recall she was a participant before. She's actually been my subject 3 or 4 years and is heading into it again here for 2015. I'm really proud of how we did this year with only three missed submissions, weeks 30, 33, and 46. Without further ado, here are her submissions for 2014 (in order):
(Sorry for the couple of photos turned sideways. They aren't on my computer but for some reason Blogger does that. It's like they may have been turned that way when they were taken and it picks that up from the photo's data or something.)
(Sorry for the couple of photos turned sideways. They aren't on my computer but for some reason Blogger does that. It's like they may have been turned that way when they were taken and it picks that up from the photo's data or something.)
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Therapy Dogs Testing
For a while now it's been on my to do list to get Vegas certified as a therapy dog. She loves people. She has always loved people. It's been my ongoing half-joke that I was never sure which part of our agility days Vegas liked best - the agility or the people. With all of our ups and downs lately, I knew we needed to move sooner rather than later if I was going to give her a chance to have a "job" again. On Wednesday I learned there was going to be a Therapy Dogs International (TDI) test at the upcoming Rose City Classic cluster of dog shows. Immediately I inquired and downloaded the test registration form.
Requirements for the test can be found by clicking on the link. The only area of the test I am concerned about is the one in regard to someone else holding Vegas' leash and my being out of site. It's not that she'll do anything bad. It's that she has separation anxiety from me. It's really a silly part of the test, in my opinion, because the chances of a handler ever having to be separated from their dog are slim to none. But it's a part of the test and we must be prepared.
So how to deal with this little facet? We have a local Facebook page I posted to. My ad:
I actually got a lot of responses! I was pleasantly surprised. Yesterday we started our little adventure. The first lady we met at her house. She was about 7.5 months pregnant (!) and still willing to help out. I chatted with her a few and then left Vegas with her and walked around the corner behind some shrubbery and a tree that Vegas couldn't see me through. She whined but did not pull, tug, or try to leave. Hooray!
After a visit to the college campus for Vegas to stretch her legs a little, we met up with another lady. She works at a new storage facility being built and so largely the place was empty, echoing, and filled with places for me to disappear to. I left her with Vegas twice, the first time for one minute and the second time for two. Again, Vegas was whiny but listened when asked to sit, wandered around on lead with the lady briefly, and cooperative.
Today (Saturday), we met up with another two lovely women. The first was at a local park. She is a college student who absolutely loves dogs. We walked and talked for a few minutes then took advantage of a sheltered cover and a nearby restroom building. I left Vegas with her under the shelter and walked past the bathroom and stood behind it. The first time she was quite whiny but stood still watching the direction I left. The second time she was nervous and shaking but quiet off and on. I think she was distracted by the young mother and small boy who came up the sidewalk nearby.
After we left the park we headed to the Plaid Pantry near the high school. The lady we met up with there has a couple of dogs of her own and has fostered many dogs. When I first tried to hand the leash off Vegas tried to pull away and come toward me. We moved to another location in the parking lot and tried again. I believe the first time the lady tried to walk with her and that is kind of a no-no as Vegas mistook that for meaning they were coming to find me. I left Vegas with her again and went inside the Plaid Pantry where I had the vantage point of being able to see her. She whined rather pathetically never taking her eyes from the front of the store. But she did not fight, pull, or try to escape.
So far we've tried four times. All four times she was cooperative but whiny. The test requirements are worded as follows:
Given that information, I'm uncertain now if we will go ahead with the test. I'm discouraged because I don't think I can break the whining. I am going to chat with a lady who I believe used to administer the tests and see if she knows how lenient they may be on that topic. It's sad because she is completely okay with all the other requirements and she wouldn't harm anyone. She just doesn't like being away from her mom and is vocal about it. Guess we'll see but I do have more people to go see and keep trying.
Requirements for the test can be found by clicking on the link. The only area of the test I am concerned about is the one in regard to someone else holding Vegas' leash and my being out of site. It's not that she'll do anything bad. It's that she has separation anxiety from me. It's really a silly part of the test, in my opinion, because the chances of a handler ever having to be separated from their dog are slim to none. But it's a part of the test and we must be prepared.
So how to deal with this little facet? We have a local Facebook page I posted to. My ad:
ISO: This is sort of a strange request. I would like to get my Great Dane therapy tested next Friday. The purpose of the therapy test is to allow her to become a therapy dog so that she can go to hospitals, nursing homes, schools, the library and things like that. It's a job basically. For her.
The feature of the test that she will struggle with the most is the one that requires me to hand her leash to someone else and be out of sight for a moment. In the upcoming days and over the weekend is there anybody that would be willing to meet me somewhere here in Forest Grove and just simply allow me to hand her leash off and walk away for a minute or two? She's not aggressive and she won't drag anybody all over the place. She mostly will whine and pace in circles around you and I just would like to try and desensitize her as much as possible in hopes of being able to pass the test. Any takers?
I actually got a lot of responses! I was pleasantly surprised. Yesterday we started our little adventure. The first lady we met at her house. She was about 7.5 months pregnant (!) and still willing to help out. I chatted with her a few and then left Vegas with her and walked around the corner behind some shrubbery and a tree that Vegas couldn't see me through. She whined but did not pull, tug, or try to leave. Hooray!
Today (Saturday), we met up with another two lovely women. The first was at a local park. She is a college student who absolutely loves dogs. We walked and talked for a few minutes then took advantage of a sheltered cover and a nearby restroom building. I left Vegas with her under the shelter and walked past the bathroom and stood behind it. The first time she was quite whiny but stood still watching the direction I left. The second time she was nervous and shaking but quiet off and on. I think she was distracted by the young mother and small boy who came up the sidewalk nearby.
After we left the park we headed to the Plaid Pantry near the high school. The lady we met up with there has a couple of dogs of her own and has fostered many dogs. When I first tried to hand the leash off Vegas tried to pull away and come toward me. We moved to another location in the parking lot and tried again. I believe the first time the lady tried to walk with her and that is kind of a no-no as Vegas mistook that for meaning they were coming to find me. I left Vegas with her again and went inside the Plaid Pantry where I had the vantage point of being able to see her. She whined rather pathetically never taking her eyes from the front of the store. But she did not fight, pull, or try to escape.
So far we've tried four times. All four times she was cooperative but whiny. The test requirements are worded as follows:
Check-in and out of sight (between 2-3 minutes)
Test #2: The handler is asked to complete the paperwork and check in. At that time a helper will ask the handler if he/she can help by holding the dog. If the handler prefers he/she can go with the helper and places the dog with a stay command. The dog will be out of sight of the handler. Another helper will take charge of the dog. The helper can talk to and pet the dog. The dog can sit, lie down, stand or walk around within the confine of the leash.
Whining, barking, pulling away from the helper is an automatic failure.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Out With the Old
2014, especially as of late, has sucked. Big. Damn. Time. In a nutshell, Vegas has had a myriad of health issues that have pinned us with a one-two-three. But I swear it. We will win.
BIG, BAD BLOAT Yes, it happened to us.
On Sunday night October 19, Vegas started acting strange. The evening was quiet and we were on the couch when suddenly she jumped up to go outside. She didn't rush but she didn't take her time going out. I let her out and she proceeded into the yard. At first it appeared she tried to urinate. Then she stood relatively still, head not quite hanging. She tried eating grass. Then she came inside.
She repeated this a second time but on this go 'round she went into the middle of the yard and sat. By that time I was on the phone with my friend, Rachel (a veterinarian). When Vegas returned inside I took her temperature. It was normal. I checked her gums which were the correct color and capillary refill time was good. I gave her gas-x cause, well, that's just what I do with her every time something is amiss. I finally started palpating her neck and back to see if it was a pain problem. She seemed like her neck might be a little tweaky so we got some tramadol on board. And then she jumped up for a third time to go outdoors. This time she tried to vomit. Quick as a flash I was off the phone, crating Leo, and out the door. I honestly still don't know if the vomiting was productive or not. It was dark and I didn't stick around to check.
On the road I called Tanasbourne Emergency Vet to let them know we were headed in. They assured me they would be ready and take Vegas immediately to their treatment room for an x-ray. As I drove I knew in my head exactly where I was going. Though I had not had to make a trek to emergency yet, the location in my mind was set. Upon arrival, I got Vegas out of the truck. She had some difficulty stepping down from the back. I have a Chevy Silverado 1500 with a backseat with the doors that open the opposite direction of the front doors. The back seat was folded up so her step down was perhaps 20" but she struggled a bit in her discomfort and pain.
We walked in and I saw their sign that said they were open to 10. Almost simultaneously I saw a brochure for the Tanasbourne Emergency Vet Clinic. I thought that odd. Wasn't that where we were? However, stress prevailed and I plowed into my introduction to the hapless receptionist. She realized my error but said she would see if the vet could see her. She left us in the waiting room and for what seemed like an eternity but for what was probably 15 seconds, I warred with staying or going in my head. She'd briefly explained where Tanasbourne was and I decided to leave. Poor Vegas, I had to drag her back out of the clinic, ask her to get into the truck, and then ask her to ride the 10 minutes back where we came, then get out of the truck again. Bless her sweet, loyal heart.
Our arrival at Tanasbourne was much as described and anticipated by phone. They took Vegas back while I filled out paperwork. The doctor came and got me and showed me the x-rays. The first thing he noticed was the bone in her stomach. I explained as a raw fed dog, that was to be expected. No, she'd not had any recreational bones or anything of substance. In fact, I think at the time she was primarily eating ground turkey necks.
Next he commented that she wasn't displaying typical symptoms - AKA, no giant, bloated belly. She had a little distension but nothing that screamed, "Bloat! Get to surgery!" She'd already had some pain meds so he offered an injectable and to let us sit in a room for a bit. He wanted to monitor her heart and re-x-ray in a short while. We went in a room and a technician hooked her up to an ECG. Wow, that was unnerving. The beeping...the speed, the ups and downs and, did I mention the speed with which the machine reported her heart beat. It was scary and unnerving. I haven't felt that nervous since my youngest son was born and we spent 4 days in the hospital watching the O2 saturation monitor and its beeping when the saturation dropped below a certain level. In his case I was willing the numbers to go higher. For Vegas, I was willing the numbers to drop (to a point).
It was quite a while before they came for us and I periodically poked my head out the door for a tech or doctor. She'd been up and down, at times appearing to relax, others more agitated. I finally caught someone (I wasn't fully panicking.) and they took her for another x-ray. Again, nothing screamed surgery immediately necessary.
However, because the x-ray was not immediately disturbing, the doctor who saw her palpated her abdomen again and, subsequently, had the other vets on premises do the same. Their agreement: Something isn't right; go to surgery. So that's what we did. By then it was after 10 pm. I gave my authorization for them to go into surgery and went up front to handle paperwork. They prepped her for surgery by getting an IV in, etc. When my deposit was paid and paperwork done, they allowed me to go see her before surgery. I debated; I didn't want her more upset and distraught by seeing me but I didn't want to not say goodbye ---- just in case.
I went back to see her and she was standing with her leash tied off. She was anxious to see me like usual, if a little subdued from the pain. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her and willed her to be okay. I let her know I would be there, I wasn't going anywhere, and I would see her shortly.
As I sat in the waiting room, any number of things passed through my mind. I alternated between blind panic and humble gratefulness. After all, if I hadn't heard so many horror stories about bloat, if education about health risks wasn't so important to me, if I hadn't had such wonderful people willing to share stories and teach me, maybe we wouldn't have made it in time? I was thankful I was home, that this didn't happen in the middle of the day while I was at work. I was feeling guilty for not having been able to get her tacked when I had her spayed all those years before.
While my cell phone battery lasted, I fortunately had the support of some good friends, Rachel and Melissa. Rachel offered to come sit with me. A guy I had been seeing for a short time was even nice enough to come by on his way home from work and sat with me the last 45 minutes of surgery.
Finally they came to tell me she was out of surgery. They were successful. The techs and doctor finished getting her sutured up and set in a kennel to wake up and then came and brought me back. She was cozy in the kennel with several blankets wrapped all around her and socks on her feet. She was woozy, a little whiny when she saw me, and immediately propped herself up from a supine position (on her side). I snuggled her and cried on her, hugged her and thanked all the things you can thank that she was okay.
Dr. Thomas said she wasn't very twisted when they got inside. He said her spleen was of a color that indicates it was without blood flow but immediately pinked up to normal when they untwisted it. Her abdomen/stomach overall was not bad. He said it could have partially reversed its torsion when they laid her on her back on the surgical table. The big question I'll never have an answer to: What twisted first, her stomach or her spleen?
Regardless of the answer to that question - a question that would torture me and allow me no peace if I didn't let it go - my girl is now tacked and her recovery was uneventful. After kissing and cuddling her goodbye, I finally left the clinic after 1:30 am Monday, October 20. The clinic closes at 8 am on weekdays so I was told I could pick her up after 7:30 am. I was there just before that. After letting the receptionist know I had arrived, I sat down to wait. They were fairly busy with several patients leaving either for home or daytime monitoring at their regular vets. As I waited I was quite certain I heard her whining. I'd never heard such a glorious sound!
A short while later a tech came to get me. They weren't quite ready to have me meet with the doctor and discharge her but thought she might prefer to be with me. They let me know how she was doing and said she'd been quite whiny and howling at them for a while. Go figure - girlie missed her mama! They thought she would perhaps settle down if she got out of the kennel so they'd brought her bedding outside the kennel and tied her leash off in the treatment room. That didn't work so they listened to her musical harmony for how long I'm not certain.
I took her outside and she immediately found a place to potty. We returned to the reception area of the clinic and she was much happier, quiet, She was moving fairly gingerly but greeted me with her customary enthusiasm. Once we spoke with the doctor and he went over how she was doing, he told me if I was comfortable I could take her home for the day instead of monitoring at my local clinic. I know he sort of said this with some reservation but also was well aware her mental state would play a role in her recovery. Being away from mama translated to stress - stress was not conducive to her recovery. So we headed out with pain pills and a fair but still hefty bill.
Our only stop on the way home was at my local clinic. Vegas had a significant suture line on her abdomen and she wasn't to lick at it. We picked up an inflatable e-collar; I wasn't keen on a 30" lampshade demolishing my entire house as she tried to navigate her way around.
BIG, BAD BLOAT Yes, it happened to us.
On Sunday night October 19, Vegas started acting strange. The evening was quiet and we were on the couch when suddenly she jumped up to go outside. She didn't rush but she didn't take her time going out. I let her out and she proceeded into the yard. At first it appeared she tried to urinate. Then she stood relatively still, head not quite hanging. She tried eating grass. Then she came inside.
She repeated this a second time but on this go 'round she went into the middle of the yard and sat. By that time I was on the phone with my friend, Rachel (a veterinarian). When Vegas returned inside I took her temperature. It was normal. I checked her gums which were the correct color and capillary refill time was good. I gave her gas-x cause, well, that's just what I do with her every time something is amiss. I finally started palpating her neck and back to see if it was a pain problem. She seemed like her neck might be a little tweaky so we got some tramadol on board. And then she jumped up for a third time to go outdoors. This time she tried to vomit. Quick as a flash I was off the phone, crating Leo, and out the door. I honestly still don't know if the vomiting was productive or not. It was dark and I didn't stick around to check.
On the road I called Tanasbourne Emergency Vet to let them know we were headed in. They assured me they would be ready and take Vegas immediately to their treatment room for an x-ray. As I drove I knew in my head exactly where I was going. Though I had not had to make a trek to emergency yet, the location in my mind was set. Upon arrival, I got Vegas out of the truck. She had some difficulty stepping down from the back. I have a Chevy Silverado 1500 with a backseat with the doors that open the opposite direction of the front doors. The back seat was folded up so her step down was perhaps 20" but she struggled a bit in her discomfort and pain.
We walked in and I saw their sign that said they were open to 10. Almost simultaneously I saw a brochure for the Tanasbourne Emergency Vet Clinic. I thought that odd. Wasn't that where we were? However, stress prevailed and I plowed into my introduction to the hapless receptionist. She realized my error but said she would see if the vet could see her. She left us in the waiting room and for what seemed like an eternity but for what was probably 15 seconds, I warred with staying or going in my head. She'd briefly explained where Tanasbourne was and I decided to leave. Poor Vegas, I had to drag her back out of the clinic, ask her to get into the truck, and then ask her to ride the 10 minutes back where we came, then get out of the truck again. Bless her sweet, loyal heart.
Our arrival at Tanasbourne was much as described and anticipated by phone. They took Vegas back while I filled out paperwork. The doctor came and got me and showed me the x-rays. The first thing he noticed was the bone in her stomach. I explained as a raw fed dog, that was to be expected. No, she'd not had any recreational bones or anything of substance. In fact, I think at the time she was primarily eating ground turkey necks.
It was quite a while before they came for us and I periodically poked my head out the door for a tech or doctor. She'd been up and down, at times appearing to relax, others more agitated. I finally caught someone (I wasn't fully panicking.) and they took her for another x-ray. Again, nothing screamed surgery immediately necessary.
I went back to see her and she was standing with her leash tied off. She was anxious to see me like usual, if a little subdued from the pain. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her and willed her to be okay. I let her know I would be there, I wasn't going anywhere, and I would see her shortly.
As I sat in the waiting room, any number of things passed through my mind. I alternated between blind panic and humble gratefulness. After all, if I hadn't heard so many horror stories about bloat, if education about health risks wasn't so important to me, if I hadn't had such wonderful people willing to share stories and teach me, maybe we wouldn't have made it in time? I was thankful I was home, that this didn't happen in the middle of the day while I was at work. I was feeling guilty for not having been able to get her tacked when I had her spayed all those years before.
While my cell phone battery lasted, I fortunately had the support of some good friends, Rachel and Melissa. Rachel offered to come sit with me. A guy I had been seeing for a short time was even nice enough to come by on his way home from work and sat with me the last 45 minutes of surgery.
Finally they came to tell me she was out of surgery. They were successful. The techs and doctor finished getting her sutured up and set in a kennel to wake up and then came and brought me back. She was cozy in the kennel with several blankets wrapped all around her and socks on her feet. She was woozy, a little whiny when she saw me, and immediately propped herself up from a supine position (on her side). I snuggled her and cried on her, hugged her and thanked all the things you can thank that she was okay.
Dr. Thomas said she wasn't very twisted when they got inside. He said her spleen was of a color that indicates it was without blood flow but immediately pinked up to normal when they untwisted it. Her abdomen/stomach overall was not bad. He said it could have partially reversed its torsion when they laid her on her back on the surgical table. The big question I'll never have an answer to: What twisted first, her stomach or her spleen?
Regardless of the answer to that question - a question that would torture me and allow me no peace if I didn't let it go - my girl is now tacked and her recovery was uneventful. After kissing and cuddling her goodbye, I finally left the clinic after 1:30 am Monday, October 20. The clinic closes at 8 am on weekdays so I was told I could pick her up after 7:30 am. I was there just before that. After letting the receptionist know I had arrived, I sat down to wait. They were fairly busy with several patients leaving either for home or daytime monitoring at their regular vets. As I waited I was quite certain I heard her whining. I'd never heard such a glorious sound!
A short while later a tech came to get me. They weren't quite ready to have me meet with the doctor and discharge her but thought she might prefer to be with me. They let me know how she was doing and said she'd been quite whiny and howling at them for a while. Go figure - girlie missed her mama! They thought she would perhaps settle down if she got out of the kennel so they'd brought her bedding outside the kennel and tied her leash off in the treatment room. That didn't work so they listened to her musical harmony for how long I'm not certain.
I took her outside and she immediately found a place to potty. We returned to the reception area of the clinic and she was much happier, quiet, She was moving fairly gingerly but greeted me with her customary enthusiasm. Once we spoke with the doctor and he went over how she was doing, he told me if I was comfortable I could take her home for the day instead of monitoring at my local clinic. I know he sort of said this with some reservation but also was well aware her mental state would play a role in her recovery. Being away from mama translated to stress - stress was not conducive to her recovery. So we headed out with pain pills and a fair but still hefty bill.
Our only stop on the way home was at my local clinic. Vegas had a significant suture line on her abdomen and she wasn't to lick at it. We picked up an inflatable e-collar; I wasn't keen on a 30" lampshade demolishing my entire house as she tried to navigate her way around.
The collar kind of acted like part pillow which made it a lot more enjoyable for her than the giant cone would have, I think. When we returned home it was all about keeping her comfortable and calm. She was handling the calm well. She was only 6 hours post-anesthesia so pretty content to lay down. I can't say she slept a lot. She lay with her eyes open mostly. But she stayed put which was good. You can see Leo was concerned and stayed close.
Below is her incision 3 days post-op. The red is normal...just bruising as a result of having an incision. Everything stayed nice and tidy and she never really licked at it or fussed at all. The first two days were scary, but no setbacks. She was happy to eat again by that evening and was nearly herself by the next day.
Here is her incision 3 weeks post-op with the sutures removed. Dr. Thomas is an excellent surgeon and the suture line was so clean. She barely has a mark now.
There are many takeaways from this unfortunate situation. First and foremost, there are no rules with bloat except to get to a vet immediately. Vegas didn't present "normally." She didn't look like she swallowed a beach ball. She didn't immediately drool or hang her head. She didn't have unproductive wretching right away. Even with an x-ray, she didn't look exactly like a textbook bloat. There are severities of bloat, too, given how much time it takes to reach care, but all are life-threatening. Here is a chart with symptoms to beware of: http://www.bmd.org/bmdcr/bloat_chart.pdf
The other thing I want to mention is this: Danes are not the only breed prone to bloat. Many, many breeds can be affected - even those you would never expect. The smallest breed the receptionist at Tanasbourne said they'd seen was a cattle dog. I, sadly, witnessed it in my dad's German Wirehair Pointer and didn't recognize the symptoms. Riley was 14 and by the time my dad got in with her and found out what was going on, he opted to humanely euthanize her.
There is so little actually known as fact regarding bloat. There are studies that have taken place and one that is ongoing at present through a doctor and researcher in Washington State. We are taking part because it is so important to find out why and how we can prevent this. Please feel free to share this blog post and make sure you're educated as to symptoms so you can save your pup like I was able to save my Vegas.
PS - I mentioned we've had some additional ups and downs. Since it's a new year (I started this post in 2014.) I am going to save it and seriously will be keeping more on top of my blog in 2015. Until next time....
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Summertime!
This year I made a promise to myself I'd try to blog more. Doesn't seem to be happening as I realize it's been six weeks since my last post. I can always keep trying. It's been a busy spring and summer with lots of household projects, yard work, and the like. I guess I just simply haven't spent that much time at the computer and since we're also not really doing any dog sports, I have less to write about. That said, I'll just do a hodgepodge of pictures for catch-up including our sharing photos of our fun visitor.
In late May we visited a new (to us) park in Hillsboro. Vegas found water.
Such a good poser. She wanted to try and put all four up there.
Cool bridge.
Over Memorial Day weekend we visited our favorite walking-to spot, Pacific University. The bench was brightly painted in honor of the graduates of the class of 2014.
"Mama, there are squirrels up there."
Patriotic posing on University Ave.
And we had a grad of our own to congratulate - my oldest son graduated high school. Congratulations, Kane!
We sometimes venture up to the large campus of what used to be the middle school I went to (which was previously a high school) and is now an upper elementary campus. The fields are huge and we can usually kill an hour and about 2 miles meandering around the entire thing twice.
Queen of the Hill
Always up for a good back scratch and roll.
Pretty inquisitive face.
This photo is for reference to show exactly how big these leaves are. I have no idea what this tree is. I thought it was a tightly growing bunch of sunflowers as the leaves are similar. But when I got close to investigate it was actually the strangest thing. There are branches growing out from the bottom of the "tree" like the shape of the bottom of the letter "U" as well as those flat across the ground then upward. The leaves are gigantic and you can see how the entire thing dwarfs Vegas (below).
I love her zig-zag. <3 p="">
We enjoyed a delightful day at the coast recently, too, on one of the most gorgeous days the PNW ever sees - particularly at the coast. The water was WARM! That never happens.
We went to Fort Stevens where the mighty Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean. We had the beaches all to ourselves. It was incredible. The dogs were able to run. The scenery was amazing. The company good. We were happy campers.
Very hot dogs.
Vegas is tolerating her quite well. Puppy hasn't gotten to the obnoxious stage with playing yet where she pushes V's buttons. So far so great!
In late May we visited a new (to us) park in Hillsboro. Vegas found water.
Just lounging in the backyard.
Aaaaaannnnnd, that brings us to today. :) And a stripey photo for you. :) Our visitor is my friend, Christy's, puppy, Diva. She came for a visit Wednesday evening and is staying with us for a few weeks.
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