Tosca had her yearly visit with the vet this morning. The major difference is that the first question from the doctor was, "So how is Tosca doing for an eleven year old dog?" She also asked about Tosca's hearing and vision, questions we've never had before. I guess I now have a middle-aged dog. Anyway, Tosca got caught up on her shots, was pronounced healthy (although she has to go back for a teeth cleaning next week), and we loaded up on heartworm prevention pills and flea prevention stuff before heading back home. Thank goodness for credit cards!
We spent the afternoon at a pig farm. A friend invited us to come and see the baby pigs. Now Tosca has never been on a farm or seen any farm animals, so I was curious how she would act. She enjoyed sitting outside in the grass and the walk over to the farm. And when we walked near the building where the pigs are kept, she certainly smelled that there was something interesting in there. We sat outside the building and held a couple of the tiny pigs (just born yesterday). They were so cute. One cuddled right up and went to sleep on my arm. Tosca was curious and sniffed the piglets at first, but then she saw the resident dog who was much more interesting to her. After a while I took her inside and we walked past some of the larger pens. The adult pigs were eating but all looked up and watched us as we passed by. It was a little intimidating (they are really big), ad Tosca wasn't really thrilled about walking past all the big pigs. I wonder what she and the pigs were thinking. Anyway, she was really glad to get back outside. I, however, enjoyed seeing the pigs, especially the little ones. I will admit, they are much cuter when they're little.
On our walk back we passed a pasture with several cows and two calves. We went up to the fence and two of the cows started walking toward us. Tosca went up to the fence wagging her tail ... until they got closer. Then she stepped back behind me as if to say, "That's enough. Let's go now." After her busy day, she had a nice long nap when we got home.
P.S. I learned that there is a difference between city dog poop and country dog poop. In the country, you don't need to pick it up with a baggie and dispose of it. It's called fertilizer. Not so in the city.
2 comments:
When your visit was done, I'll bet you were "pooped out." ds
I don't think Papi would have done as well at a farm. He has a "little dog complex" so he tries to act like he is a big dog. He has our neighbors dog (a 100 pound black lab) living in fear :)
Nathan has been going to day camp at Camp Geneva this week (along with 8 other Rose Park boys) and he is spending the night there tonight. He is loving it!
We miss seeing you but are glad to hear how your summer is going through your blog.
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