Block · one region of the page, as the scanner read it. It may hold a whole story, part of one, several, or an advertisement; stitching blocks into articles is the next step. Text is supplied OCR.
Page 4 · column 1 of 3 · from the scan, no model involved
Her double coat was troublesome. It was a challenge to bathe her. One year, we got her to a groomer. She was a slight, young girl and I wondered how she would handle this 1501b. plus animal. Jessie was with her for an entire day. When we finally picked her up, Jessie looked mortified. M Not only had she been clipped as if she were a Labrador but the poor young girl was distraught. While she had gotten Jessie into the giant sized tub, she couldn’t get her out. It took four of the volunteer fire fighters nearby to hoist her out.
Then several months ago, she stopped barking. Usually she would bark when she wanted to go out and when she wanted to come in. But no more barking. Instead, she started rasping. Often these rasps would be no more than a loud whisper and then would come in the middle of the night or too early in the morning. I don’t know whether she simply couldn’t bark anymore or whether she decided that she could get more attention by not barking and rasping instead. She would also rasp when I was having coffee or when I was trying to have a conversation.
But the last few months were very challenging. After the pills wore off, she returned to a near helpless stage. She couldn’t lift herself without help which meant putting a towel underneath her large body and pulling her up. Then she could amble. She started to lose control of her bladder and was soiling herself and our carpet. She stayed closer and closer to the house and was making a real mess of things. We found ourselves often annoyed and irritated with her. Then we would feel guilty and we knew that she was suffering from shame and a de
81.2%