Samhain Winter Moon
Another dog day afternoon with Gertie in for removal of some surgical detritus that broke 
loose and gave her a lot of pain. This surgery was why I stayed home last week. She came home wagging her tail and sporting a day-glo pink bandage on her left rear leg. When she’s healed up, Monday or so, we imagine she’ll be back close to normal. Which will be something since, with only three legs functional, she still managed to jump the fence into the orchard. The original trauma was an athletic injury to her knee,
Vega, our big girl, broke a nail and a toe. But, as Roger Barr, our vet said, “She’s a tough girl.” Nothing much to do for broken toes but restrict movement. We’re supposed to stop her from doing anything crazy. We’ll see.
Vega ran outside as soon as we got home to join her sister Rigel who spent most of the day hunting varmints that live under our machine shed/honey house. The sisters bark and 
bark and bark and eventually, mostly to get away from the decibel level, a few critters run out from under the shed, figuring anything is better than more noise. At that point these 100 pound dogs jump on whatever lives under there: rabbits, mice, voles, woodchucks. Could be any or all.
While at the vet, Kate said it would be fun to greet all of our Wolfhounds. And it would be the most special moment I could imagine. Such great, wonderful animals and so much sadness. So much.
