Thursday, November 23, 2006
Flo had a lump on her chest removed the day before yesterday, and it’s a mass.
The rest is anyone’s guess.
She’s dumb with the Elizabethan collar, can’t negotiate it like other dogs.
I think it tests her patience, or that her herder peripheral vision makes it harder to lose corners, she knocks her head against the chair and gives up.
The big stitches make her look like a badly patched toy
baring her soft underbelly,
the side we rarely get to see.(Only when she’s scared by thunder
or sizeable phantoms, my anger,
when she drops her ears and defences, or barks arced up at fears)
Compared to the other dogs, in sickness she sits this side of submission.
But in a crisis she will still seek the shelter of a palm.