Saturday, April 7, 2012
The magic word.
Height of the calving season . The #2 vet pops in on her way back from visiting a local farmer . Wilf taken off his stroke medication . He's now down to just two daily insulin injections plus a Cortisone tablet three times a week . The lowest dosage in nearly eighteen months . For the time being everything on hold. The nice young vet gets a restorative glass of champagne.
The smell of roast beef drifts up from the downstairs kitchen . Outside a humdinger of a mountain storm rages . The horizon an arc of lightning flashes . Wilf completely ignores the banging shutters and howling wind . He's got dinner on his mind . Tiny slivers of beef and some potato with his kibbles . Satisfied there's no more food coming his way he settles down at the foot of the stairs and falls into a deep sleep. He's in the very same spot this morning . The magic word ' croissant ' and he's on his feet . Time for our morning trip into the little market town .The power of routine . He gives the waitress his very best " I'm an orphan dog that's never been fed " look . In return an illicit half croissant . A PON won't be rushed .
Posted by Angus at Saturday, April 07, 2012
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Sweet. And Champagne for the vet!ReplyDelete
I wish you a happy Saturday sweet Wilfee. Cuddles and bisous.ReplyDelete
Bonne journée, Angus and Lady Font.
There really is something about the power of routine and unexpected bonuses that it can bring.ReplyDelete
oh i know that little orphaned pon look. my pon zeke did it so well!ReplyDelete
they could be called sir pon olivier! that shaggy wee face.
good news on the meds. such wonderful good news!
can't seem to stop with the exclamation points. but then it is a day for them.
love and a special hug from halfway around this old world,
We have wind and apparently some rain to come, but I miss the spring storms. Please send some our way! A little beef and some potato makes one happy tummy and in turn one happy PON. So glad the stroke meds have been cut. Keep on going Wilf!ReplyDelete
With love from your Canadian pals,
Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker
With Wilf's magic word croissant, Stella will share her magic word which is cookie (a biscuit to you folks?) She will do almost anything to get one or two!ReplyDelete
Jo, Stella and Zkhat
I like the clock!ReplyDelete
Dearest Wilf, glad to hear the beef trumped the raging storm. And the starving dog look works every time - well done to our very good boy :-)ReplyDelete
Is there another 'little beggar' who gets the other half of the croissant?ReplyDelete
Jack has that 'never been fed' look down pat too! :)ReplyDelete
I have 3 of those starved waifs waddling around here. Wilf has the look down even better than they do. Maybe if they had croissants as incentive? I hope the storm is over and your weather is lovely and warm again.ReplyDelete
I always love hearing about Wilf and his various methods of food acquisition! I'm convinced that he could have been a canine actor the way he works people with those faces.ReplyDelete
Happy Easter, Wilf!ReplyDelete
With your sweet puppy eyes, you got lots more croissants coming your way. Do toss a few crumbs to the Piappies!
Piappies Fudgie, Princess, Frappie, Mocha, Sugar, Wai-Max, Wai-Pai & Forgie
Wilf, please share your current appetite with my Beagle puppy; she prefers play to food (most unusual for a Beagle!). You look wonderful; surely the beef and potato was delicious.ReplyDelete
The young vet deserves a glass of champagne after that good news....heck, we all do! Go Wilf.ReplyDelete
'Cheese' is our magic word.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Crazy hair day!!!!!ReplyDelete
What a wonderful day for Wilf. It sounds like the #2 vet is really learning how to relate to people a bit better.ReplyDelete
People keep telling me the wonderful story of Wilf (not knowing that I've been following you for a few years)... and telling me about his miracle. I'm scared to hope for such a thing for K but I'm so happy that it's happened for Wilf.
Happy news about Wilf's meds. And a Happy Easter to you all. We have several magic words, but the best magic is the silent taking down of the leashes from beside the door which means we get to go OUT.ReplyDelete
Jed & Abby