On Friday, August 5, we celebrated Rue’s fourth birthday with a couple of spirited ball-throwing sessions. She and Colt raced madly after the ball, and Rue turned more than one flip trying to grab it.
Rue had a great birthday, and she slept like a baby when we got home.
Kota hung out close to John and me, except for a short foray into a recently-abandoned campsite from which she returned with the worst case of “onion breath” I have ever smelled on man or beast. Because we have frequent thunderstorms, as well as hearing lots of gunfire from the surrounding ranges, she is now the proud owner of a “ThunderShirt.”
I must admit, I was skeptical of how effective it might be, but we have been pleasantly surprised. It hasn’t taken away all her noise-related anxiety, but it’s done a much better job than the tranquilizers. She can now go for a walk without bolting for the RV, and that’s a big step for Kota.