"Betcha they're young
Betcha they're smart
Bet they collect things
Like ashtrays, and art!
So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
They'll be there calling me "Baby"...
So our little Maybee Baby has dug a deep hole, full of light, where she has settled her little self, right in the middle of my heart.That face, those eyes, that little rack of bones just waiting to add some flesh. To know this sweet old soul is to love her.
She's gone from a canned diet to a raw diet, which she has taken to like a duck to water, but what amazes me is how quickly she picked up on her medication routine. It has always been the same, 1) meat treat 2) ear wash or medication followed by meat treat 3) meat treat 4) eye drops followed by meat treat. Then I had to add an antibiotic pill. I thought I could just squish it into a meat treat. No way. Maybee ate the meat, spit out the pill. I tried again, pill in meat treat, and she swallowed it, no problem. She would not be denied. Meat treat, then pill in meat treat. I have tested my theory a bunch of times, and every time, same result.
We're definitely calling her "Baby".
Oh, and btw, we don't collect ashtrays, and Carol dislikes our art collection. :)