And now for something different.
But first.... for Kismet. Three of the puppies died.....one completely rejected by the mother, two were just weak. Though the Vet prescribed supplemental feedings, he said they just didn't feel like 'gristly sausages' so they probably wouldn't survive. They didn't.
But the remaining four went to happy forever homes.
(And SHE learned to let others breed and rear puppies.)
After Kelly and Bruis went to the bridge way too early,
SHE decided on something completely different.
The thought of a No Dog home just wasn't in the equation.
(She'd bought her first house by now.)
Fiona and Emily
Yes, Fiona--the Irish Wolfhound
The typical huge, gentle wolfhound.
The scotties thought they were big dogs,
Fiona thought she was a lapdog.
|The ribbon is from the groomer.|
She was such a sweet girl.
Emily, was a deerhound X....much more X than deer.
(Can't find a photo at the moment)
She looked like a black, prick-eared greyhound.
Emily was named after a friend's goat. The name was not
popular at the time for little girls.
Fiona came with her name.
Sadly, large dogs do not have long lifespans, and their allotted time on Earth went by all too quickly.
Scottie FIVE made a brief appearance at this time.
One day when SHE went to collect Fiona from the groomer,
there was a little male scottie, Geordie, brought in for grooming and never picked up.
SHE payed his grooming bill and he joined the household.
He was hit by a car a very short time afterwards, while SHE was at work.
As the fences were intact, no holes or other escape routes, probably someone let him out.....kids did walk past going to school.
However, it did get her thinking about scotties again after an
|Fiona with scottie 6|