4#

That's the weight of the ball of tightly wound hair (around who knows what?) the vet removed from Shug's stomach on Friday during emergency abdominal exploratory surgery. He had been pheasant hunting with Mike last weekend, and got covered in cockleburrs. He worked diligently to pull them from his fur, and ate a fair amount of them, from the sounds of dry heaving we heard from him early last week. He was really lethargic, and was limping around when he wasn't sleeping. We got to visit him at the vet's on Friday night, and we brought him home Saturday morning, with two prescription medications, and a case of special dog food that we are to feed him 2-3 times per day. He is doing really well, and we are glad to have the old Shuggy back. I had to look through pictures for several months, before I glimpsed him in the background of one of B's sign pictures...who would think of photographing a mere dog, when there are adorable babies around all the time? I guess our million dollar dog merits a more recent pic- I'll get on that.