LOKI IN TROUBLE
It started out like any other pandemic day. I woke up before 6am, went downstairs, whistled for Zaffy, filled her and Loki’s bowls and prepared a breakfast tray us, which I took upstairs to share with Oswaldo while we read the latest bad news, both from Brazil and from the US. Zaffy flopped down under the moving fan and went to sleep. Downstairs, an hour or so later, Victor too woke up and started his day, going outside to meditate on his patio, hanging upside down with feet locked on his Teeter inversion table. By then both Zaffy and Loki were exploring near him, and Victor, who normally keeps his eyes closed during this routine, opened them to discover Loki in front of him shifting a smooth oval rock around in his mouth. Shackled and unable to intervene Victor watched in horror as Loki stretched his throat and simply swallowed the rock. The 2 ½ month old baby German Shepherd, who’d just reached 12 kilos, had ingested a 2 by 3 cm rock. I had put on my gym clothes and was tying on my s...