Mischa struggled for survival this past week and we kept wondering if he was going to make it. About a week and half ago he got bit by a lab and his eye had to be treated with antibiotic shots and daily eye drops.
Then last Tuesday we went for a run. On the way back to the house after 4.5 miles a Sheltie (small Collie) attacked him. She was off the leash and Mischa was running on the leash with me. She bit him from head to tail. He didn't even make a sound, came home, stopped eating the next day. I called the vet he said to give him chicken bullion with some rice. Mischa ate it and we thought all was going to turn for the best. Well, little did we know. By Friday he was all swollen up and his front paw was a size of a football. I called the vet again and they told me to give him some aspirin because they thought he twisted his leg. On Saturday morning Jeremy asked me to take him to see a veterinarian.
We went to Riverwoods clinic. Such a blessing that they are opened on Saturdays!!! They did a great job diagnosing him. Mischa could hardly breath, couldn't stand up any longer but was wagging his tail and greeting everyone. High fever, no broken bones but the infection from the bites spread all over his body and his legs. He got a couple shots and ten days of antibiotic to take home.
Today Mischa weighs six lb less... poor puppy!!! Looks like skin and bones with muscles all gone. However he walks, eats well and uses his leg again. We hope he will recover soon.
By the way, Jeremy went to see the Sheltie owner and his wife opened the door. He told her what happened and the guy was like "Well." The wife replied "What is well." She shut the door, wrote us a check and we went on our way.



Sasha and Katya let Sonia ride them... poor little Katya! She was way too small for this. Irina made a better ride for Katya ;-)
We sang some Russian karaoke songs and had a great time. Thanks for coming! After everyone was gone we had a crazy bubble bath with way too many bubbles.
Golden Corral is a place for... well, older folks. We decided to check it out anyway. Sonia and I indulged ourselves in chocolate dipped strawberries, velvet cake, banana pudding and lots and lots more. Sonia had her ice to go and was close to seven heaven ;-)
We love church. I love to just chill in one spot for two hours without anyone saying Mama, Mama, Mama. Sonia thinks that church is another word for play. After the sacrament meeting she runs for nursery ;-)
She has lots of friends here and a cool golf car.
Plus a rocking fish. Yeah, church means play for now... I hope it lasts ;)
On this photo she has a wounded lip. Sonia fell down on the kitchen tiles and was covered in blood. It was our first accident of a sort so it took me a while to find peroxide. She is all well by now.
By the way, if you happen to be there at 5 pm, you'll get to watch a real cow being milked. Our visit was a bit early so we explored the process of bottling the milk in plastic jags.



Sonia's fascination with birds took her to a turkey pen. First she fed them right off her hand.
Jeremy kept wondering how long that was going to last before an accident. Turkeys are not exactly careful creatures. Eventually Sonia got pecked but she didn't whine. She started throwing food right into the cages.




and hopped under our feet.

