Ginger and Her Blueberries

 Our two golden Labradors, Ginger and Snap, are twin sisters, and they turned 11 this past fall so they are most definitely senior dogs. Ginger, although the boss of the two, has always been the more fragile one physically.  She was the one who twisted her back (emergency visit to the vet in an ice storm), she swelled up after a bee sting, she had a mysterious pain attack one night, she wrecked her knee (took about a year to fully recover), she can only eat certain dog food, and she recently had a tumour biopsied (it was benign). Her sister, on the other hand, has never been to the vet for anything other than routine shots.  So we tend to baby Ginger a little more than Snap.  Here she is eating her evening blueberries.  My husband enjoys a few blueberries on his evening cereal, and the dogs have developed a taste for them, too. Snap gets hers in the kitchen, but Ginger gets them brought to her wherever she is lying down in the evening.

 The pampered pooch has finished her blueberries.

"Any more coming my way?"