The big accomplishment of the day?

Getting a heeler to poop.

Really.

Shortly after we returned from Washington, the little maskless heeler decided to take to her old bad habit of raiding the bathroom trash.

Specifically, to eat any kleenex or paper towel that might have remains of a bloody nose or such on it.

Not a really great problem in the scheme of the world, except for the fact that these paper products do not pass easily through her system. Eeverything is just fine until they get to the very end of the route, and then they turn hard, dry and absorbant.

And don't come out.

She's been plugged for days. Youngest son and I even hit her with a glucose suppository on Friday. (A personal assault that yielded him getting bit, just as I did earlier in the week when I held her while the wife inserted one of these up the heeler's rectum.)

Didn't help.

Gave her another dose today. (No, I didn't get bit. But it wasn't for a lack of trying on her part.)

Didn't work. But we were to the point she was trying to squat and do her business every two or three minutes (regardless where she was), and was in great pain. And vomiting regularly.

I was afraid she might not survive to see the vet tomorrow, which was the wife's plan. (This has happened at least twice before when this little miss took to eating trash.)

So, late tonight, I took her and her sister for yet another constitutional walk. This time to the literal end of town, around the baseball diamond.

It worked.

Twice, even.

Happy days.

Happy heeler.

But most fun of all, the masked heeler got to have a real test of her newest toy. An impulse buy we made in Wal-Mart yesterday.

Her headlamp.

Or, more accurately, necklamp.

Which she absolutely loves. Just a little compensation for her accelerating blindness, considering most of the light is directed straight down, instead of forward. But apparently there is enough of a glow cast ahead to help, because she was weaving back and forth as we passed the dark, dark baseball field.

Using her lamp to light the way, checking out every new thing she saw.

She had fun with it.

Cool.