My hospice nurse was like my little sister. We were sad to part company and I miss her weekly visits. I'll have to call her and wish her and the gals who work for the hospice care clinic a Merry Christmas. They miss me too. I have Dinovite that I mix with Sandy's food and I actually slip a generic Benadryl into a treat for her in order to help her with the itching. I have to bathe her with a special shampoo for her skin then something for the fleas. The critter has burrowed under her own comforter on the floor next to me because I won't let her in my lap when I'm trying to type. Is it a real dog when you can pick up an adult specimen with one hand? ^_^
TDD