Our little diva tried to wield her power the other day.
Windy has the determination of a terrier. I needed to leave one morning, and she didn’t care.
I called for her all over the house and backyard. I couldn’t find her. I was ready to exit the back gate and search the woods behind our house – then I heard a faint jingling. I paused.
I walked down the back steps. Nestled behind the stairs under the last step was a relaxed Windy. Enjoying the grass and shade, she was content to let me call her and get frantic. I couldn’t reach her.
Windy is not food driven, but she loves Bill Jack treats. I lured her out, grabbed her, and brought her in the house. Hope and Jake didn’t say a word.
Hope will see her oncologist this week. The tumors under her jaw are not smaller. It appears this chemotherapy protocol didn’t work.
I’ve been thinking a lot about your schnauzer. I pray for her and the rest of you, as I know how terrible it feels to have a sick dog and the helplessness accompanying it. From the sound of it, her name fits her personality, and I will continue do just that!
Thank you, Krystin. I appreciate it.