We are back home. And it rained! The dust is gone! Oh glorious day. Eventually I'll get tired of the wet, but not yet.

The funeral was interesting. It was good to see everyone but I couldn't help thinking I wished my grandma was there too. She would have loved a get-together like that.

Huck was so happy to get home. I underestimated how difficult it would be to travel with a puppy. He was attached to me by a leash most of the time. Some of the time he was in his crate. He didn't get a whole lot of chance to run and play. And he missed his doggie friends.

We saw bighorn sheep in the Gorge both times through, and we saw a whole bunch of mule deer somewhere near Hooper. One of them was suicidal, but John managed to hit the brakes hard and fast enough to avoid it. That sure puts some spice in life.

I have a cold, or maybe the flu. I had a fever. That makes it the flu, doesn't it? I can never remember the difference. I think the fever is gone but the coughing and snot aren't much fun.

An update on my dog who "isn't quite right" and I fear she has cancer: bloodwork was normal. Which is good, but we still need to figure out what's up. He wants me to treat her for an ulcer and worm her. If those don't make a difference we'll do a chest x-ray and look for a tumor.

The horses seemed fine when I fed last night, except for Coda, who is having more trouble getting around. I don't want to dwell too much on that right now, but his time is coming. I am very late to feed this morning so I'd better get off this computer and get to it! More Anchor news will be reported as it happens. :)

My vet probably thinks I'm nuts. I had to reschedule an appointment twice within the same day. I hadn't known my sister needed help getting to her chemo today. So I made the appointment for 8am today. Which meant getting out of here no later than 7:30, which would just barely get me there on time. At 7:17 my sister called. "Can you take my dog too?" Oh. My. Gosh. Three dogs? One being her slightly dog aggressive dog? Sure, of course I will. I'm a sucker after all. So I had to run out the door right that instant. She's not exactly on the way to the vet's.

We were only a few minutes late, and the dogs mostly behaved. I even managed to get each one of them individually on the scale. The biggest problem was Huck trying to play with Bella (Amy's dog). Luckily the vet had plenty of time and didn't mind me bringing in an extra dog with no notice.

Huck got his shots, India had her blood drawn, and poor Bella had stitches from her spaying removed and her joint palpated. The joint right above the paw, I guess it would be like our wrist. She had a porcupine quill lodged in the joint and they removed it, but it's not getting better. Poor girl, she is a heavy dog, all dense muscle, and having only 3 legs to walk on is hard for her. Plus you could tell that what the vet was doing hurt really bad.

They must have a porcupine colony near their house. I can't imagine how much they've spent on vet bills for their dogs because of porcupines.

So that was my exciting morning. Now I'm going to go clean out Anchor's area. I wish I could work with him instead, but poop happens. Then off to Spokane for chemo and maybe a stop at the tack store (although the husbands aren't too thrilled with that idea) and then home to finish getting ready for the trip. Crazy day.