A good day

To all who are wondering, Kelowna is almost back to normal pup health.  She is breathing well, has a normal temperature, and is biting us as often as possible.  We are now observing her closely to confirm that there was no brain damage during her feverish episodes as she seems to have changed her behavior rather drastically.  

Our newest admittee is named Dar es Salaam and has a melon head:)  Hopefully, the unfortunate head to body ratio is part of her awkward adolescence and not a sign of a greater problem.  

I have now been trained on the pools.  This means that sometimes during a feed, I go on my own out to one of our outdoor swimming pools.  I pull over-sized raincoats and fishing pants on and drag a big bucket of fish up the ramp.  Precariously, I climb over the fence attempting to hold onto my sloshing boots which are often several sizes too big while I scan the deck for any sick seals.  I am usually disturbing their mid-day nap and have to step in my goofy garb carefully amongst the pile of sunbathing pinnipeds, like a hippo on point shoes.   As they begin to detect the nearby presence of fish, the grunts begin.  Some go straight for the boots, chewing away.  Others dive anxiously into the water knowing that is the only way to get fish and the sneaky few pretend to be sleeping through it all until I turn my back, at which point, they go straight for the bucket.  It is a mess of fun!  Every time that I struggle into the absurdly ill-fitting outfits,  I feel like I have attained one of my dreams.