The fur patrol

Our older daughter came to stay with us to visit for a few days, all possible because she's working remotely through the end of the year. And of course she brought her chorkie, aka devil dog. He can be really sweet and endearing. But then he'll turn around and snarl/snap as if he has no idea who you are. Doggy multiple personalities, it seems. Thankfully, our dogs aren't fazed by his crazy. He falls right back into my terrier pack and makes himself at home on the master bed with them. Living in a downtown highrise is cool, but not so much for dogs. Even a little dog like this one. So I think he enjoys being back here for several days to chase squirrels in our big yard and run around off leash to his little heart's content.

 

Since the daughter hasn't found a new vet for little Cujo, I made an appointment to get him in to see our vet for a couple boosters he needed. Sure enough, he freaked - little man chihuahua syndrome - and had to be placed in doggy lockdown with this tiny little muzzle to hold back all nine pounds of him. While the vet and his tech were safe from chorkie teeth, I had them trim his nails since it's a good way to draw back a nub when we give it a go.

In other exciting family news, I was thrilled to find liquid roux at one of my local Walmarts. I stockpiled six jars of this liquid gold. It is so much better than the dry roux we end up using when we can't find the infinitely better gloppy, greasy liquid roux to make big pots of gumbo in the fall and winter when we want something warm to eat. Now I just need to make a run to our local fancy pants seafood market to buy some of the really good shrimp and freshly picked white crab meat to store in the freezer for a cold, rainy day.