Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Lucky's big adventure

This was Lucky's stomach after she got into the dog food bin and ate her body weight in chow.

This was her stomach later that night, after the nice vet at the all-night emergency clinic induced vomiting and Lucky threw up a mountain of said chow.

Lesson learned? We certainly hope so.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

What the heart wants.

Under strict warning from the vet to limit Durango's activity and NO wild rabbit chasing, we headed up to the mesa to deal with our new way of life. Mr Sage and I fussed and worried, (Is he warm enough? Is he cool enough? How do his back legs look? Did Lucky steal his rawhide?), and Durango had the time of his life. 
He adapted to the short on-leash walks about the mesa with no problem at all. He laid on a soft blanket and chewed rawhides. He smiled and enjoyed begging at every picnic.
All in all, Durango fared much better that we could have hoped for. He even managed to wring every last scrap of sympathy from us during his short, on-leash hikes....not that we minded spoiling him every minute. 

He's quite a guy, our big, black, Durangobear.

Durango has accepted his limitations with such.....dignity and.....grace. He struggles but never complains. He seems happy, content.

We hold our breath, waiting, wondering when change will come and what it will bring.

But for today, the Sage clan gives you....the mesa.

 The perfect spot for a picnic.

 Rawhide time.

 Durango and Pinto help with metal detecting.

 Favorite place number 2.

Lots of petroglyphs.
 Part of an exposed prehistoric wall. Always an exciting find!
 These are tool-sharpening marks made when the ancient souls created petroglyphs.

 Lost on the mesa....spring 2014. Found....two weeks ago!