Puppy Love

A follower of these pages recently remarked how much she likes Golden Retrievers, and I am reminded of the playmate Tzuri met up on Mt. Shasta back in the Fall of 2014.

His name was Rocky and Tzuri had a crush on him, although he wouldn’t relinquish his tennis ball.

Unfortunately, a few months later Tzuri woke up one morning and decided she was no longer dog friendly. 

Now she only plays with me.

😦 😦 😦


Sunday Smorgasbord

“She won’t bite you.”

This lady gave me some dog treats and said I could feed her dog out of my hand. Without hesitation it snapped at me, making contact with a finger but fortunately not breaking the skin.

I was violating two rules and should have known better:

  1. never trust a woman 🙂
  2. always trust your first impression when you approach a dog with cold yellow eyes wearing a spike collar. 😦
“Infection in Finger”

What is this lady engrossed in?

Her notebook, which I have turned around and inserted in the upper left corner, lists two women born in the 1940s plus their phone numbers. (I have blacked out some info.) Sandwiched in between the names is a treatment for paronychia – which I looked up and is indeed a type of yeast infection of the skin around the nails.

Her recommendation?

  1. go to urgent care
  2. patient should go to Bardmoor
  3. warm soaks plus topical mupirocin
“Playin’ with Fire”

Rolling Stones