It's been a harried few days around here, mainly thanks to a canine crisis. Pearl, our little Aussie Shepherd mix, was obviously feeling miserable Thursday afternoon. I figured I'd just keep an eye on her and take her to the vet Friday afternoon if she didn't perk up. About 2:30 Friday morning I woke to the sound of blood-curdling doggy screams. I ran in the kitchen and there was Pearl, hunkered in the doorway, yelping in agony. Kobi was separated from Pearl by a baby gate, which didn't stop her from trying to attack--Kobi's standard response to any show of weakness in the other dogs. I booted Kobi outside and tried in vain to figure out what the hell was wrong with Pearl.
There was nothing I could do except wait the 6 hours for the vet to open. Pearl eventually settled down a little, although she let out a piercing scream about once every 15 minutes. I felt sorry for her, but I also felt like doing a little screaming of my own. When we finally got to the vet he was almost as mystified as I was, but finally decided that Pearl had a pinched nerve in her neck. Nothing serious. He gave me drugs for her, and by Sunday morning she was in pretty good shape. Unfortunately, I have a highly offended Kobi to cope with now, since loss of kitchen privileges constitutes a profound insult in her universe--and it's clearly Pearl's fault. It's been a constant job of dog wrangling to keep the two of them separated, and everybody semi-satisfied. Sigh.
On a happier note, spring continues to bloom in the most glorious way here.
Our apple tree is always loaded with blossoms, but it's unusually fragrant this year. I've been going out in the warmth of the afternoon just to stand under it, enjoying the perfume and the noisy bees.
Our dogwoods have been late to bloom, but they've made up for it by being especially pretty. We're not expecting any rough weather, so I'm hoping we'll get to enjoy the flowers instead of seeing them blown away, which often happens. This pink dogwood is a favorite with the birds--and other things. A snake once fell out of it onto the pest control guy.
I though the lilac bush had been hopelessly damaged by the drought last summer, but it's blooming very prettily. Oddly, though, it has almost no scent.