Day 6 for McKinley

Well, at least her tail is starting to come up a bit. She even waggs it more and more. Still hides all the time. . . . under the deck. . . in my closet. . . in the baby room . . . . and behind the rocker. Still doesn't like John. She lets him pet her - she lets everyone pet her - but won't come to him and she tries to run from him when he comes in the room. But he's the one who gives her the meds twice a day - antibiotics for her cuts. I've been looking at her teeth a lot, brushing her non-existent hair, messing with her paws. . . . just stuff to get her used to being handled. Today she was much more adventurous than the others. My 75 year old neighbor, Ms. Billie, came by yesterday to give me a hamburger she bought the dog from Wendy's. Don't ask me. Gave it to her, when I walked away she ate it. Can't get her to eat or drink much. Think that's why she's still so weak. Tomorrow is a new day. . . so we'll see. I like her.