Is Sookie still alive?
Yes, she is. Thank you for asking. Sookie is getting on in years. She mostly sleeps. Her hearing is gone. Voice commands don’t do it anymore, so now we have to communicate by hand signals and pats. However, she is living her best life. She has all the treats and pillows and toys she wants and the other dogs treat her with deference, which is more than can be said of how she interacted with our Doberman when Del got old.
I took some pictures for you. Behold, Sookie in all of her glory.
Meanwhile, since Kid 1 moved out, Gordon and I are the sole providers of attention for Tuna. Tuna is very social, and we are clearly not enough. She’s been very difficult. She jumps on my desk and kicks everything off it: notepad, phone, coffee cups…
She is on my desk right now, aggressively purring and thinking about knocking my cup of water over.
Last night the dogs, who are generally calm at night, lost their stuff in a major way. They didn’t just bark, they exploded with snarls and yowls and lunging at the windows. I go to the window to check if there is a Tyrannosaurus Rex in the front yard flattening our hedges.
Nothing, nothing, nothing…
A skunk. A cute, adorable skunk with a huge fluffy tail.
And that’s when I understood why the dogs nearly foamed at the mouth. They were yelling, “It’s him! It’s him! That’s the stinky jackass!”
It’s very clear that our canine brigade has learned absolutely nothing from their noxious encounter and if they see the skunk again, they will attack on sight.