The Prison Diaries: Canine Edition Liberation Day!→[More:]

Okay. So. Today was the tenth day after the vicious attack that left a nearly insignificant wound on Mrs. Doohickie's hand. The suspect doggies were to be quarantined for 10 days, which meant today was Liberation Day. The logistics got kind of complicated.

Sugar was at Animal Control all week, since her shots were not up to date on The Fateful Day. Animal Control took pity on us and let us quarantine Winston at home. So this meant that this morning I had to take Winston to the vet to have him officially pronounced non-rabid, and picked him up after work.

Mrs. Doohickie, meanwhile, stopped by the pound on the way home to pick up Sugar. The bills for both dogs fell short of what we thought they would be, and as of right now we haven't been cited for not having Sugar's shots up to date. She is now fully immunized and back in our hands. The first order of business was a bath because, frankly, I suspect Animal Control's idea of cleaning her cage was to spray a garden hose at her. She looked and smelled awful when we got her back.

With all the dogs back in the house Winston, Sugar and Cookie (The Innocent One), things are back to normal. No, not quite normal. So far, better than normal. Winston doesn't seem as interested in getting in Sugar's face, and Sugar doesn't seem as instantly offended by Winston. And Cookie, The Dog Who Is Afraid of Everyone and Everything, is a little braver and will actually lay down near Winston.

So maybe this was all for the better. I hope the effect is lasting and not just a transitional thing.