While I'm fairly certain our grandson will be a tech giant someday, granddaughter, L, is destined to be a veterinarian. She is a natural. And she has already proven her skills at being a diagnostician. Well, she's observant. The last time she was here, she pointed out Eli had a big patch of hair missing. Her diagnosis: stress licking. During this visit, she was checking on Roxy and noticed her fur is clumping. Her diagnosis: She and Pap think it's shedding in preparation for Winter. It will take a trip to an actual vet to verify her diagnoses, but I think she's probably accurate.
One thing it does verify is I am as clueless as a door knob. I live with these animals and pretty much check on them 24/7. I completely overlooked that Eli had a big patch of fur missing. And as for Roxy, well I make sure she has food, water and treats every day. I guess I'm so focused on the feeding of these guys, I overlooked something as fundamental as the condition of their fur. Not good.
Then there's Jack and his notorious hot-spots. Those things pop up overnight and can get real nasty quickly. The key is to catch it right away, apply medicated powder and try to keep him from scratching it open. If you take your eyes off the ball for any length of time, he can do some serious damage.
With the kids here, Rooney is off kilter. Rooney likes things to be just so in her world. As when her Dad is away, the presence of two little people in the house sends her into a tizzy. The toys have come out again. They are everywhere and I've tripped over a few this morning. One of them makes a god-awful sound when stepped on - kinda like a cow giving birth - and it scares the heck out of me every time. I need to make it disappear.
I'm gonna have to cut this short. The kids are in the pool; Pap is playing lifeguard and the cats really want to go outside and see what all the excitement is about. Time for me to do my lizard reconnaissance.
Oh, one last thought - well cute story: While we were watching the latest version of Cinderella last night, one of the songs had the line, "In dreams you will lose your heartache." Our grandson turned to me and asked what "heart eggs" are. It would have been easier to explain a "heart egg" to a six year old than a "heartache." He has said a few more, I just forgot to write them down...
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