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[Elizabeth Lindsey]

On Saturday night our Elsinore started shaking her head and ears over  
and over and over. I took a look in her ears, and the left one was  
red, angry, and inflamed. I cleaned them both out and called the vet  
first thing this morning. Wouldn't you know, the room they put us in  
was the same room we were in one week ago today when we went with my  
mother to have her little terrier, Daisy, euthanized. Oh, dear.  
Elsinore seemed antsier while we were waiting in there than she  
usually does when she's at the vet, so I found myself reassuring her  
that the vet was only going to look at her ears and not conduct an  
exit interview with her, promise. She grew more relaxed as it became  
clear that he was indeed interested only in her ears and not in the  
veins on her legs. She has a yeast infection in her left ear, and  
we'll get to wrestle with her every night for a week to get meds in it.

As I write this, young Charlie is wandering the house looking for  
something to do. He's already pulled Ken's blanket off the sofa,  
wadded it up on the floor, and brought a bone over to this warm nest  
to chew on until he was discovered. He's also pulled a sweater off  
the stairs to the second floor and dragged it down the hall. And gone  
looking for loose toilet paper rolls in the doorless linen closet in  
the bathroom. I've just heard him casing the metal wastebasket in  
there (his tags gave that away) and have had to shut the bathroom  
door altogether. There's nothing more dangerous than a bored basset.  
Maybe I should send him over to my mother's to find something to do?  
I'm sure she has wastebaskets that haven't been gone through in ages.

Elizabeth