Poodle foot

So many new things happened in one day.
To start the day, she tooted loudly, turning around and having no idea where that came from. That was a signal for Dad to high tail it out of bed and not playing " asleep" anymore.

After the inspection tour of the back yard, she checked for Andy's trash bag and whether there are any leather gloves still laying around by the fire wood. How lucky ! She can even run up the stairs carrying something in her mouth.
While Dad was putting all the bird food out, she decided to see how to tackle the deck. A slight step over the heat hole and there she was on the frozen deck carefully looking through the railing. 3 Humming birds were buzzing around the feeder and it snowed lightly.

The heat register right in front of the glass door is now doggie safe.
Waldi cut his little paw on the metal cover, which had a different design many years ago.
Waldi was licking and cleaning and swallowing the blood until he could not keep up with it anymore. And it took me a long time to realize what was going on.
Dad had to come home from work, because there was no way to keep that paw wrapped tightly with a towel and driving to the vet with an unwilling patient.
His foot had to be sewed up and one of the sticky bandages was wrapped around. Every time it was just moist outside, a plastic sandwich bag had to be put around the paw also. And you had to be sure, the paw stayed dry and did not get a fungal infection.

As an aside, Schatzi now has a " poodle foot ". While being in the hospital, she needed an IV to rehydrate her. For this, her left front foot had to be shaved and looks now like one of those crazed high maintenance drum stick hair cuts.

Upstairs in bed again waiting for mom and dad to put their fur on she wanted to speed up the breakfast preparations. If I am going down there ...... I could eat... at least, the dry appetizers are ready ....
Schatzi calculated the jump and gracefully sailed off the bed half way to the door. A safe landing and the knees seem to be fine.
A fast peek at several interesting places on the way to the kitchen, that's an office, another bedroom, look at that bathroom, there is a closed door and the stairs are fascinating too !

Schatzi then waits patiently in her basket. I always wonder why she is so contended , especially in the evening where she could sit with Dad or Andy on the couch and get petted.
Apparently, after living in that rabbit cage in the mill for 4 years, she is probably so used to being alone.
The dachsies had their reserved seating in the evening.
Waldi between the armrest and me and what was leftover from that couch was all Fausti's. She even threw several pillows on the floor which she deemed unnecessary.
Schnapps sat next to Dad on the other couch, mostly under some blankets, because he was always cold.
None of the guys were the slightest bit interested in TV, including the Westminster dog show.