
According to the records I received in December 2008, Orion was born on October 20, 2008. Of course, we still think of him as the puppy.

According to the records I received in December 2008, Orion was born on October 20, 2008. Of course, we still think of him as the puppy.

Three hours every two months it sucks to be Orion because that is when he goes to the groomer. When he comes home he looks gorgeous, and his coat feels like stroking silk velvet.
I was hoping the Big Picture would do a photo essay on the Chilean miner rescue, which I have been watching off and on most of the day: Rescued from a Chilean mine.
Information is beautiful has a gorgeous diagram of Who’s Suing Whom In The Telecoms Trade?.

Life has been sufficiently hectic that I managed to ignore the signs that our elderly Golden Retriever Lily was sick. Then she refused her breakfast last Friday. Her vet came to see her that afternoon, and 90 minutes later she was diagnosed with pneumonia via radio-graphs taken at a nearby vet clinic. We went home with more antibiotics than I have ever tried to get down a dog before, and a lot of guilt on my part for letting her walk around with pneumonia for a week.
The antibiotics seem to be working. She is now doing her normal doggy activities of following me and Jack around, playing with Rion occasionally, and stealing any food she can get. I called her vet yesterday morning to report her progress, and mentioned that she still had a cough. Her vet said I could give her Robitussin cough syrup in a child’s dose. When I got it home I discovered that this is the only human substance I have found she is not willing to scarf up so I have been using a syringe to squirt it down her throat.