Okay, so this isn't the blanket post, but it's coming! It's just very early and it makes Gene grumpy when I wake him up to make the bed so it will look pretty with the new blanket on it. Go figure!
Instead you get Peter, and honestly, even though I made that blanket and it's pretty darn nice, Peter I'd grab in a fire, the blanket I wouldn't. ;-)
For just a little background, Peter, who I've had for many many years now (about 13) had had his jaw shot and fractured as a young ( 5-8 weeks est.) pup. We don't know who did it or why, but the result was a lower jaw with about an inch of bone missing on the left side. This type of break is known as an unhinged break. Long ago we made the decision after consults at Texas A&M Vet School, that trying to graft bone could be risky and leave him worse off than he was. Once the old bone shards and stubborn puppy teeth were removed he did pretty well with it. The ends had healed months before he found his way into a shelter where I found him. This break is large enough to put my thumb through.
It did leave his back molars intact on both sides, but lets face it, it hasn't been something you'd volunteer to have. It hasn't stopped Peter though, he has fetched and played with toys and tennis balls using that jaw just as if it was complete and strong as Hercules. In the past few years though he has lost some front teeth and his canines. They simply had to come out. So we've been constantly monitoring how he's eating to make sure he can still handle the small kibble I feed. He can indeed and looks forward to meals with just as much gusto as the rest of the horde. He is a bit slower and more deliberate though. So I was surprised and delighted when I turned from my desk yesterday and saw him still with enough interest to want to be doing this. Note the Queen Bee watching from her throne.....