Tough week in Paradise

First was Thanksgiving without family OR gravy. Then our dog got sick. Wouldn't eat or drink. Mexican vet said pneumonia. Antibiotic shots, and she rallied a wee bit. Has eaten 2 cans of dog food and a can of cat food in 7 days. VERY weak. Going back to the vet today. Heavy hearts.

Did have a nice day yesterday despite Ella's condition. Finished my wreath:

Made with cacti skeleton base, shells, bones, an old Seri rope, and a grisly coyote skull.

We sat on the roof for a while late afternoon, even Ella, surveying our domain. This one is from my lounger.

And here's Ron, trying to talk Ella into getting better.

And me with my Gin and Tonic

Later we sat on the front porch a while. Yes, we sit on the roof, move to the porch, sometimes go sit on the RV pad. After dark, we go sit on the couch. It's a busy life, all that moving around. Here's Ron sitting on the porch, Rocky and I sitting on the porch, and RV park manager Eddie and Ron sitting on the porch.

We ate grilled shrimp and Caesar salad for dinner, watched Survivor, blahblah. Just kept going through the motions, with this huge cloud of the dog's illness looming over all of it. It was, IS consuming.