Chico

Today was a bit of a sad day as we had to air freight Chico to Anchorage to see the vet. He had been suffering from diarrhea for the last few days and always needed a little help with the ol' hygiene after our long walks. Finally, last night he was up all night vomiting and needed to go outside every couple hours so we decided to get him some care as Unalaska only gets the services of a traveling vet every few months, the next visit is still almost a month away. The 24 hour vet clinic in Anchorage said he has gastritis, probably from the antibiotics he took following a tooth extraction before we flew him out here. He should be re-joining us soon and the house just isn't the same without him . . . .

I walked to the library tonight and on the way back I counted 52 eagles perched on roofs, poles, and a few on the ground - in maybe a half mile. I took the top picture the other day when we borrowed a truck to go to the grocery store to get a trash can and to the base of Strawberry Hill so we could hike. I was waiting in the truck with Chico while Goldfish ran in. The second picture is Chico at the Memorial Park last week on one of our walks. We miss you Chico, the house is too quiet!