I haven't been putting Harley's collars on her because she's having so many problems breathing. When I was weed-whacking today, I looked up and saw her under the neighbor's deck. I had to bring her in. She's a little devil. I know that she knows she's not wearing the collars (and not only because she would get zapped). She goes as far as she can down the driveway, and looks off into the distance like she's going to make a mad dash for it. Then, I have to trick her by telling her that I have ice cream so she will come back.
Harley is still having some breathing issues. Not sure if she should be totally fine or if this is normal. We have a follow-up with Dr. Bob tomorrow. More money! Her pills cost more than any medicine that I have to take, and she has to be on them the rest of her life!
She's so worth it though. She's my baby!
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