If you hadn't heard I ran over my adopted dog that really wasn't mine Saturday.
She came back up the driveway yesterday morning then disappeared again, she has another house to go to down the hill of my cousins, all on the same farm.
So my husband saw Skeeter this morning laying BEHIND THE BACK WHEEL OF MY CAR which is what started the whole thing. I went out and she finally came around the corner. I know if I take her to the vet it will be a one way trip, I'm just not positive she's in pain or any more pain than she was in before when she's walking like a troglodyte.
So I'd cooked this HUGE ham, I wasn't sure it would fit in the turkey roaster so I got a granite-ware wash-pan off the display wall in the family room. After I took the ham off the bone I gave the juice and leftover gristle and fat to the cats. I took Skeeter over to the log cabin where the cats live and she ate some ham. Then she gave me another really dirty look and waddled off.....