Proof that Brindle Fur=Brindle Skin


Which, yes, is my dog’s shaved leg, with an ice-pack under the incision. Which should tell you what I’ve been up to lately: ice-packs, slow walks, holding sleepy dog, etc.

Now comes the hard part. Dasher thinks he’s fine. He wants to run, and play, and be a manic puppy–on three legs. Of course, his stitches and his knee bones don’t see it that way, and neither do his surgeon vets. Nor I, for that matter, but darn is it hard making a happy puppy sad all the time.


So, you know where I am. Being mean to puppies. 😦

But still–cool, isn’t it? Brindle skin, I mean? (Yes, that really is his skin.)


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I'm an itinerant Ohio-born speculative fiction writer now living in north central Florida.
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2 Responses to Proof that Brindle Fur=Brindle Skin

  1. Widdershins says:

    Poor Pup … and no matter how erudite our explanations are, they still want to go play.


    • M.E. Garber says:

      Yep. And I simply cannot imagine a human getting on as calmly and happily with a leg mysteriously “out of service” like this. Daily, dogs show us their best. If only we humans could live up to their examples?



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