Another American Adventure: Jubilee

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Jubilee

I'm way behind on my posting - still not finished with the KY trip and John has some fish photos he wants up - but I wanted to put up this sweet photo of Jubilee that I got yesterday morning.

Jubilee is doing pretty well with her allergies on this return to the Florida grasses. I have a good drug (Temeril-P) that I got from the dog allergy doctor, and it seems to be doing the trick. I upped the dosage when we got back here, and have already pulled her back to 1 pill a day. Eventually I need to wean her off - she didn't need it at all in PA.

I even think that her eyes are better. She doesn't fall in the pool anymore. The vets say that she has lost 90% of her vision in both eyes, but she seems to be getting around pretty well. We have decided against getting the cataract surgery for now.

Meanwhile, I am busy, busy, busy with all the people needing computer help!

A recounting of Jubilee's return to Florida 2 years ago is HERE. Big difference.

2 comments:

BarbaraAugust 14, 2013 at 1:43 PM
Such a great improvement! Glad you have specialists dealing with his allergies. I have put my boys on a rabbit/pork and rabbit regimen to see if it helps Humphrey so he doesn't scratch so much. I do notice a little less eye goop lately. If he scratches less when winter comes, I'll know with reasonable certainly that he's sensitive to chicken.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.