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Jorja ( Georgia) in her doggie onesie, 5 years old, showing age, fatty lumps surgery.
Ah Jorga, you seem young to be having fatty tumor surgery. Of course, your Mama has firsthand experience with cancer. These pesky lumps the Weimar is prone to getting can be concerning. They are a more significant concern when they develop in particular areas–near a joint, etc.
People ask what causes them. No one can say for sure. Diet can be a factor–the right food benefits the Weimaraner’s overall health. The skin is the largest organ so to speak. Whether the growths should be removed is debatable and based on a case-to-case situation.
We are confident that Arleen and Arliss are ecstatic that Jorja and her Mama have moved from Belgium to the Pacific NW–much nearer. We heard it is beachfront property–what fun that should be for you Miss Jorga.
~ Beating The Heat
In Europe AC is not to be found, Jorja beats the heat in the morning when I open the north to south doors in the late evening and morning.
We are indeed thankful for Mr. Carrier’s invention–the air conditioner (A/C). I have to be honest; I am also grateful to live in America where we celebrate coolness in the middle of the hot summer either outside or hiding inside with the A/C going full blast.
Nonetheless, in cooler locations, people cope in the same way Jorga does–using cross-ventilation. Stay cool and be safe — the heat can be quite oppressive.
Ready for bed, can you find me?
Toys, toys, anyone bones and frisbee to sell/ share
In The Kitchen with Jazz
As you can see the corner cabinet didn’t get shut all the way. Our cat, Annabelle, made this discovery and decided to do a little exploring. She climbed in and proceeded to make enough noise that Jazz came to check it out. When the cat peeked out and saw the dog, she reached around the door and closed it. Jazz continued to be enthralled by this new “game” and she was ready to play; much to Annabelle’s displeasure.
~Jorga’s perfect helping mode
“Shhh, Papa doesn’t know Mommy put me in his chair while she packs Christmas boxes. Last night it was so cluttered I had to nap in my kennel?!”
~and the Asian Pear
This crazy dog of ours will go crazy for an Asian Pear. She packed that pear around and protected it all morning before she finally ate it.
We don’t know about pear seeds. Apple seeds contain cyanide, and it builds up in the liver over time. All pits and seeds a suspect. An occasional indulgence is not going to hurt anything in all likelihood. It would be good to research the pear seed.
Too Beautiful to Use
When this arrived, I thought about using it to feed Cliff. It is simply too grand to share on the floor. Nonetheless, Stackhouse was more than glad to clean up a special treat. He thought it worked perfect and said it belonged only to him. Dusty has since felt it was blue and therefore meant to be used by him–a Blue Stud Dog.
Isn’t it just grand? Jorga’s Mama sent it to us from Belgium. She picked it up when she was in Poland. We are deeply touched by her generosity. She must have known I love pottery. She also purchased a lovely butter bell. It works better than any I have ever seen. We are truly blessed. Thank you, Eileen.
Something was nibbling the Tomatoes
It’s a rat. 🙂He picked up on it while we were in the side yard picking tomatoes. Shela Nielsen he may not get to use his hunting instincts as often as we’d intended, but he can still find a critter!
Do you remember Jorga’s Mole? Then, more recently, Luna captured a gopher.