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Another 1.3 inches of refreshing rain so far today. It's overcast but no complaints here. Temp is down to 72 degrees.

Just took more loaves of zucchini bread out of the oven. Gave some loaves away to friends, we've eaten two, and will add these to the others in the freezer. Our freezer is small so this will be the last of the breads to be frozen. After today's rain, there will be more veggies to pick and preserve. We're having stuffed squash tonight. Have been collecting new recipes I'll try for the cukes and will parboil some of the other vegetables for the freezer. Cliff is the guinea pig for all the new recipes.

Took Maxine back to the vet today for her 3-yr rabies shot. Anytime she gets in the truck now, the ride is so traumatic for her, so much so that I hate to even take her to the vet. It's only about a 12 minute ride. Three weeks ago she had her annual check-up and a couple of shots. She has a reaction when she gets all the shots at the same time so we staggered them. She went bonkers and the vet had to towel her to finish her check-up. She's been to this new vet a few times just to have her claws trimmed so she could get used to him, but between the ride and the visit, she's getting more and more anxious. This morning I gave her a Natural Homeopathic Anxiety dosage hoping it would help relax her. With this rabies shot, the vet came out to the truck and everything went smoothly so we thought it was a better visit. Then on the way home she became violently ill. It bothers me so much then I get terribly anxious. She's fine now, back to her old self. But while this is going on, I'm a basket case. I need to find a vet who will make house calls.

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