This wasn't so easy!
She's either wound higher than a kite; or flopped down and totally UN-responsive!

From last night ... after she finally quit *wandering* in the house ... I bagan to worry if
she was still breathing - when she's down, she's OUT!




From today ... her feet were in my LAP!
She'll do ANYthing for a byte!
Here I'd just got her to put all 4 feet back on the floor! >>>





Now's she's spotted the Treet Tub on the table --- I missed her attempt to
*shake* with the table.




She's loosing interest in the photoshoot ... here we're seconds away from
a total collapse into a dog heap!




I gave up waiting and called the Head Angel at Angels for Animals (Smokey was processed there).
Dianne said she'd call into the Med Department and have them call me back ...
Phone was ringing within 3 minutes! (Helps to know the Head Gal!)

"Becky" said they were full up till Friday.
Molly is due fur Sir Jury at 08:00 (OMG!) on Friday ... Pick her up between 3:00 and 7:45 pm.

All we gotta worry about is if she's in Heat. She's JUST had a litter of Pups based upon
her somewhat *droopy* milk dispensing equipment. She does outies on either a hand-held leash
or a tie-out tied to the porch post.

All Four of 'em were out front this afternoon ... till two folks on BIKES peddled by! OMG!
Good thing Big Foot was tied! She was trying to head 'em off at the road!
I really thought it was Cinder doing the alarm barking - but it was our newest recruit!
Next past was a 4-Wheeler ... she didn't seem too fond of that, either.

Zipp, Zopp, and Cali got invited in ... Big Foot elected to Guard da Ranch so she's still out.
She been "out front" - ALL by herself - for over an hour!
Not a whimper nor a whine from being alone!

However ~ ~ we DO need to work on the Ranch bounderies a bit ...
we seem a bit "overly protective" of the public road AND the Hose Farmers' driveways
which run on both sides of da Ranch.

*HARK*
I detect a Big Foot *knock* on the front door! Before she puts a HOLE in it,
I guess she'd like to come back in.

I can't wait till the Farmers' JackAss does his 3:00 am HEE-HEE-HEEE-HAAAAAAAW!!
routine for the first time while she's here ...

This promises to be an *interesting* week!

/s/ Adoption Counselor