Always progressing

Six days on the bland diet and Schatzi is doing well.
In the meantime she discovered ice cream, steak from the grill, camembert with Roquefort in it, tiny pieces of eye of round, crunchy unidentifiables from under the deck, peanut butter sandwich bites and if all else fails, dried cranberries with sugar from the backyard. So much for the diet.
I still feed her four times daily small amounts of rice and chicken with lot's of water. It looks like soup, but she eats it and that's all what counts.
One more day with the antibiotic and then I am hoping that she won't have to go out at night anymore.
Poor Dad is tired. Not only taking her out at an uncivilized hour takes it's toll, but in addition, Schatzi seems to be on East coast time.
When it is still dark, she climbs on Dad's chest because she can look out the window to look for squirrels on Betty's roof.
No squirrel yet ? They are still sleeping . If she can't see anything of interest, she invites Dad to play. He looks so bored, just sleeping there. She is flying back and forth, waving her white tail like a lamp and bringing a well chewed moist piece of raw hide. It is still dark . .. sleep some more ! She rearranges her little nest and sleeps a little longer.
Schatzi still does not like to be covered at night, no matter how cold it is. During the day, she loves her blankets.

After working 3 hours on a monumental amount of Schnitzel, Crissy came for dinner and Schatzi again had an I - am - not so - happy issue. She ignores Mike totally, but Crissy warrants at least a bark. Better be out of the kitchen.
With all her courage, she left her super safety basket for an even safer hidden secret place. Schatzi dashed into the last corner of the Eckbank where it is really dark and this way avoided any disagreement . I had no idea she knew about that hiding place. It is so rare that she makes a tour of that level in the house, and she must be a lot more observant than we think. So she kept that little corner under the bench as an emergency retreat.
Crissy is leaving in the morning for Pittsburgh for the summer and Schatzi let her pet her. Things are on better paws again.

There is not enough light in the backyard and Dad is looking into installing a solar flood light.
The fox won't like it, especially since his diet has been cut back already. No more left over chicken, pizza crusts, hard boiled eggs for protein and a luxurious fur, ham or fat trimmings -- strictly only one big piece of fast food to go .
Otherwise, there is too much sampling going on for Schatzi.

Is it thunder or the cannons at Ft. Carson ? Schatzi does not care ---- she won't go out. Other household noises don't bother her anymore. The phone, the beep from the toaster oven, pulling the curtain to the deck, the cow bell on the front door so nobody can sneak in and even Oetzi, the iceman who is working in the freezer and knocks frequently.

Stairs are not difficult anymore either. She visits Dad's computer room door -- but no further - she just peeks in . As long as nobody acknowledges her she carefully looks around in the house, but don't twitch an eye lid or Schatzi is instantly back in her safety zone