October 15, 2011

White Dog does not do sick well. She becomes a crabbby, irritable, despot with a hair trigger. Everyone felt her wrath in some form or another today...Nuka, whose only crime seemd to be wanting to sleep where WD wanted to walk...YoYoMa, who had a stuffie she hadn't touched in years but suddenly she had to have (not to cuddle with, but to take and put on the window sill behind her chair)...Puff, for just being fertile...and Steve who tried to take a piece of trading fluff that she offered but apparently did not REALLY want to give up (she nipped him)! Quinn was spared because our gentle non-confrontational boy cut her a VERY wide swath and avoided eye contact. Right now she is mad with fury because we are all ignoring her and her bad manners...the worst punishment imaginable for the social Eskie...shunning.

Meanwhile Nuka is sleeping lots and seems to be coughing a bit less. YoYoMa is still snotty and wants to just lie close to us; he slept soundly under my easel as I painted this afternoon. Everyone has a good appetite and devoured the salmon added to dinner this evening. The WDA even mustered enough energy to enjoy a short ride to do errands and eat a bit of vanilla ice cream...the others shared with Steve; I traded spoonsfuls with the nightmare Queen.

Poor Puff looks miserable and just wants attention...from Steve and I, not YAWD. I suspect the heat cycle is tough on this senior girl and wish there was a birth control pill that would offer a solution and relief.

It is a quiet weekend for The White Dog Army but we wish you all health and sunshine.