My little guys.

We had a thunderstorm this afternoon, a pretty bad one.  I had to sit in the hall with Duncan on my lap and Jock sitting beside me demanding I pay attention to hem.  Missy was on the other side.  Duncan and Missy are terrified of storms so every time we have one, I wind up on the floor in the hall.  That hall is blocked from any outside light so they don't see the lightening.  But they do hear the thunder.  So we spent an hour on the floor.  And about halfway through, as if there weren't enough animals on my lap, Spats decided he wanted in on the action.  This cat would not let anyone touch him until he was about 12 years old.  Now we can't get him off us.  He wants constant attention and petting.  Storm is over and now everyone is asleep.  They are resting up for tonight so they can keep me awake.  Well, Spats keeps me awake.  Every one else just wants to sleep and everyone gets really annoyed with Spats and his cruising around the bed most of the night.  Honey is doing great after her surgery.  She will get the stitches out on Monday.

Honey

I took Honey yesterday to have her spayed and get all shots. The vet tech called me around noon and told me that Honey was in full heat.  I was so shocked.  She had stopped bleeding 3 weeks ago.  That means she was in heat for 7 weeks.  They went ahead and spayed her.  I brought her home around 4pm yesterday.  She thought she had been punished for something.  I did not get pain pills because I had never had to use them.  I went back today and got the pills.  Honey is such a wuss. I gave her a new pillow.  She loves it.  She did not eat Monday night nor did she eat this morning.  But tonight I gave her a can of wet food and she scarfed it down.  She also got up this morning and went outside with the rest of the guys.  Duncan is still petrified of her, but Jock and Missy are starting to accept her.  I think it is because she is calmer while she recovers.  She was much better after I gave her a pain pill.  She is the most timid dog I have ever had.  But she loves her home and her crate.  I had hoped to fold up the crates and store them.  Won't be happening.  That crate is her safe place.  So I am stuck with it in my dining room.  Oh well. 

My house of animals.

I have really been busy.  Other family matters have taken up my time.  Now I am back to doing nothing but playing with my little guys and working part time.  Honey goes to the vet on Monday to be spayed and get her battery of shots.  She will not be happy with that.  I am having a devil of a time training her to a leash.  She sees no good in it and she hates it.  I am making progress.  I have never had a dog that was so hard to train.  She is suspicious of everything.  I still have to keep her separated from the little dogs.  She just gets too rough with them.  Jock tries, but he is just too small and she just runs right over him.  Duncan is scared to death of her.  She would never intentionally hurt him, but she is so hyper and she will not slow down. That dog even wears out my son's pit bull.  He can last about 2 hours with her and he is done.  She, however, is still going strong.  There is no quit in her.  And her best friend is Spats.  Spats is one of my 16 year old cats.  He has always been really skittish.  For years, even though he was born here in this house and spent his life with us, he would not let us pet him.  Now he does like some attention.  But he loves Honey.  And Honey is so very gentle with him.  If I could just get her to be as gentle with the little dongs as she is with Spats, life would be great.  I'll just keep trying.