A brief daily (hopefully) glympse into the life of a semi-retired ex-Veterinary field grandmother who is originally from New Orleans, La. but has made her home in Texas for the past 38 years (guess that makes me an 'honorary' Texan). And we do love Texas next best to Louisiana... but no place beats N.O. for delicious coffee and great food! We go home every once in a while to visit family, have coffee and beignets, and get our fill of cajun cooking.
Ghost is our 5 year old grey DSH. She appeared on our back patio when she was a few weeks old along with a few of her feral siblings. However, she lacked their ability to sense danger or react. We could tell that 'something' was not right with her, and consequently took her in. The Vet diagnosed her with mental and physical problems and the prognosis was not good. BUT she has done really well. Despite her rigid expression (which never changes), she is really very sweet.
What I wanted to say here is why we called her "Ghost". Well, she was very small... and grey... and since our floors are several shades of grey slate, once inside, we could never see her. She would run along the floor and blend right in... a little grey blur. Now she's bigger (a lot bigger), but still when she lies on the charcoal grey carpet on our stairs, she's apt to get stepped on if not careful. And another reason we named her that was because she appeared outside around October 31st... and then disappeared inside into the slate... so we started calling her our 'little grey ghost'.
Ghost in her 'youth'....