This is totally personal. Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about one of my dogs, Roxy, my little 13lbs boston terrier.
She’s cute as all get out. She’s very sweet and loving. She’s loves to meet new people and explore. She can hike, anyplace my pit-bull can hike she can hike. It’s ridiculous the the slopes and rocks she can climb. And she is a crack addict for balls. She just loves playing with a ball. All the time. She’ll often sleep with it.
Friday she was out for a hike in the desert, normal enough, when she was bitten by a rattlesnake. A western diamondback Erin thinks. Whether Roxy was checking out something close to Erin to keep an eye on things, or was just found something new to smell we don’t know. What we do know is she got bit in the face.
Since then she’s been in the care of the vet. Things are still touch and go, she may not survive, but everyone seems hopeful that she will, she’s just not out of the woods yet.
I hope in a month she can go back to following me around the house as I do the mundane activities of life.