F. Spot Fitzgerald
Poor Spot has developed a strange condition that thus far five (yes, count em, five) "visits" to the vet have not managed to resolve. Despite massive doses of cortisone, antibiotics, topical lotion and - as a last resort - a 'calming collar' the poor thing continues to lose his hair, for the most part on his head, where his beautiful ruff is now nonexistent.
Evidently it itches.
We are now back to our original vet. Dr. O'Grady up north was a sweetheart, but couldn't ever beat Dr. Clark's sense of humor....
More possible solutions.
After traipsing to the the vet for the most recent visit I sat with Spot sporting his new purple 'calming collar' and waited for the second real snowstorm of the season.
We ended the evening with this.
Predictions were for 4-6 inches. We had 8 fall out of the sky while we slept.
The son is lovin' not having to shovel the eighty foot driveway.
Even the tractor was sliding around on the base of ice.
He shoveled a path to the woodpile for me.
Later that day the skies cleared.
I started a project and settled in.
But like they say about New England, if yah don't like the weather wait a minute, it'll change...
The very next day we woke up to this. The shoveled path to the woodpile had evaporated.
The perfect ending to the week were the sunsets the solar activity created.
Despite being 'within range' of my favorite hiking spot I have yet to take a trip there. Tomorrow is the big day. Now if I can only find my hardside boots. I know they are in a box somewhere.... :}