Little Miss Brisket Beignet Wicker has become head of household. She is adorable and loves running in and out of the basset hound size doggie door, patrolling the yard, gathering up an occasional lizard for my inspection, and once brought in a dead bird. My big boy Dr. Watson is somewhat perplexed by her energy but seems to think she is a keeper. Sadly, my boy Sherlock, who had cancer, only got to know her for a couple of weeks before he crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
I didn’t realize when I brought her home that she only had 2 teeth. Of course when I got her medical records I realized how terrible a condition she must have been in when she was rescued. I had given her a tiny square cookie and realized that she was trying to swallow it whole. If I had known that when I picked her up, I would have avoided an almost accident. We have the eating situation under control now, any kibble is tiny and only tiny small soft bits of treats.
Her eyes are a genetic issue, of no tear production. I do clean them with an eye wash several times a day, and she has prescription medication twice a day. This will not be cured, and hopefully she will not lose her eyesight. She is a little angel having her eye treatment.
In case you can’t tell I am pretty crazy about her. Typical female, she selects the biggest bed for herself, and let’s Watson have the little one.