|~The full and beautiful blue-blood moon this past week~|
The worst of times was after Lucky left. Looking back at it, I think there was relief that Lucky was gone, leaving the dogs all feeling a bit frisky and playful. Whatever it was, Todd's Napoleon complex reared its head when Jameson stood over him to get him to play, and Todd took offense to it. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but Todd ended up with a gash in his neck. By Monday it seemed to be healing nicely, but there was some redness on the edge of the wound, and Todd was limping. Off to the vet on Monday evening after work.
The best is that the vet thought that Todd's wound will heal without any problems, but to make sure, she put 5 staples in it and put him on an antibiotic. I think he's looking a little bionic-frankensteinish. .
There were a few other "worst of times" that I won't bore you with that included having to work the two days I'd scheduled to be off. It left no spare time.
|~On my way to work~|
And speaking of spark - Long time readers will recall that when I first met Jake, he accompanied me to see Selma mansion. This 110 year old mansion is a pristine picture of the Old South. At the time I got Jake, Selma was a victim of time and severe neglect and vandalism. But like Jake, it was also "rescued." The new owners of Selma have spared no expense whatsoever in its rebirth. Two years later, work is still continuing, but it is once again a beautiful and stunning home.
(click here to see for yourself on their Facebook page)
Finally, despite the really cold temps, Jake and I celebrated the milestone with an ice cream cone. It was a good day that gave me a much needed reminder to remember the best of times and not to dwell on the worst.