Don't flog Brandy...

Don't flog Brandy... I happen to know she'll probably like it. Too bad about the date, as I was hoping to live vicariously through you all. Keegan says, "Thank you, Lydia" for the kind thoughts. He certainly isn't himself, but then I suppose I wouldn't be either if one side of my face was crushed. Rascals, the cat, is still holding his vigil at the back door and escorts Keegan around the yard whenever we go out. It is quite odd, but heart warming to see. The ten pound cat and the 100 pound dog strolling around together. Although I am a dog person, I understand perfectly about the smell. Keegan is getting a bath tomorrow, in hopes of "toning down" the odor for our 4-1/2 hour trip in the car to Junction City. And the smell is one of the reasons I said, "Absolutely no more dogs" after we had Digger put to sleep. It's also why the cat (Mama Kitty - ain't THAT original??) we've had in the house for years now lives in Darrel's shop. This might sound mean, but to be perfectly honest, she's much happier there, as she is not a "people cat." Hates everyone except Darrel. The eye on the side of Keegan's face that was crushed is giving him some trouble - it will be a while before we know if he will lose sight in it. But, after watching him and Rascals the last couple of days, I've decided if he does lose his sight we will just get him a seeing-eye cat.