First! One of Jones biggest fans is giving away some Jones Natural Chews! Y’all pop over and say hello to the very savvy Kimberly, dog mom of four and raw feeder! Her review of Jones chews is spot on.
And now, meet Elvis, Jones newest fan:
How did I meet Elvis? I inadvertently took a second part time job watching people at Walmart. I did. No, no, no – I didn’t spot Elvis in a Walmart. You wish. I went to Elvis’ home to say hello and bring him treats.
He’s now Jones biggest fan. And one of the most handsome. I gave him some Big Paw Jerky and some Beef Liver Taffy. He AROOOOOOO’d for me and everything. I just love the deep voice of the Basset Hound. And the long, silky ears.
Here’s the story – my neighbor a street over has his elderly mother living with him. His mom is in the early stages of dementia and needs a little activity and people time a few days a week. The neighbor showed up one day and asked if he could pay me to spend a couple of hours a day with her, most days just taking her to Walmart to watch people. How on earth could I say no?
We have a great time, counting tattoos, counting mullets, giggling at other people’s lack of fashion sense. It’s quite juvenile, but she’s entertained by it, and she’s quiet. And I get to spend a little time with Elvis every day. What’s not to love? So if this blog starts looking a little bit like People of Walmart, just kick me in the ribs and move me in another direction.
In other news, my old man, Flash, went to the vet yesterday. He has a tumor on his shoulder. I’m such a bad dog mom, and I haven’t said boo about it here. It’s had me worried nine ways to Sunday. He handles himself with such grace at the vet.
The tumor grew fairly quickly, looking like the little fatty tumors that old Aussies get, that the vet always said were no big deal. At first. Not anymore. Flash is currently taking antibiotics and will be having surgery next Tuesday morning. The vet will do a chest x-ray first, along with a couple of small tests, then remove the lump and send it off for testing. He’ll be in the hospital for three days. She says that I can come to visit him while he rests and recuperates. It all sounds quite hopeful for a twelve and a half year old Australian Shepherd. Cross your paws for us, please?
Until I write again …