It’s Labor Day. I should writing about that…
But less than 24 hours ago, dog poop took over my existence.
Mom and Dad were visiting. We were enjoying coffee outside on porch. Came time for them to leave…
Early yesterday morning, I asked my daughter to walk the dog.
I vowed to prepare my clan healthy meals.
Looking over the selection of boneless, skinless chicken breasts, I wondered… since when do they fill them with gold pellets?
But thankfully the nice man in the Ingles meat department pointed me to some that were on sale. I bought two packs. Googling “easy chicken recipes”, I found a great one on a web site with “mom” in the title. (The title of the web site not the recipe.)
I bought all four ingredients. And was ready to cook. Then life got in the way and the chicken sat in the fridge — for two days.
Did I say our puppy ran into a car on Monday night?
No. I haven’t blogged that our dog was hit because it was traumatic. I am into denying any drama that might try to navigate into my life these days.
Pulling up to our house 8 p.m. on Monday night, I see my husband carrying the dog.
“Tebow’s been hit. I think his leg is broken.”
Life’s funny. You are so tired and holding it together. Then your daughter disobeys and takes the dog into a neighbor’s yard to visit with their dog — takes Tebow off his lease. Then the other dog chases Tebow across his rightful territory into a car being backed out my our dear animal-loving neighbor.
Collision.
That’s when I arrived on the scene and we made an appointment to go to a emergency animal clinic. Then our wonderful vet called.
He asked me lots of questions,
“Is he alert?”
“No, I think I’m going into shock. Should I wrap myself in blankets?”
”The dog? Is he alert?”
“Oh. His tail is flopping all over the place like normal. He still has that stupid grin. But looks like he had a mini stroke on his left front leg.”
The more we talked I could tell that our Tebow probably just got his bell rung by some Kentucky defensive end. The next morning, I hobbled more leaving bed than he did getting out of his crate.
“Labs are tough,” the vet had said.
His little tummy was puny four days later, so the vet suggested I feed him chicken and rice. There was a reason I bought that chicken.
It’s always something in life. Dogs running into cars.
I’m glad labs are tough.
No. I’m glad the Lord made labs tough so I don’t have to be.
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The other day I was running late for an appointment. I worked out and there was just enough time to slip into my house and clean up.
At my backdoor, I heard something. I turned around and saw…
This cute guy. Of course, at the time we met he had no leash. He was on the loose.
Darn. There goes being clean and purdy for my appointment. I thought he might be from across the way, but need to check his tag which I couldn’t do because that would involve reading small print on his tag.
I opened the door to get some glasses and he bounded in…
It was so cute how he ran over to Tebow’s crate and they communicated. So cute until he marked the crate and my carpet. Dogs are funny that way.People just come into a room and act all loud and braggy or flirty and weird to assert dominance.
Dogs teeter.
There he is right after teeter. Terribly cute, but I leashed him up (cursing how stupid I was for letting him in our house) and took him to his home. I opened the fence and let him in.
He really didn’t want to go.
But I insisted.
His owner pulled up right as I was leaving, so relieved that her pup was safe and sound. She had been so worried for we live on a very busy street.
The dog didn’t have a care in the world. He just loved every teetering minute till I made me go behind the locked fence.Dogs are that way, so trusting. They often need the kindness of others to get them home. As a runner, I come across lost dogs quite often. I must smell a certain way when I run.They love the way I smell. It’s a curse, really.
As one who has gotten many stray dogs home ~ get your dog a dogtag. It helps those of us who smell inviting to lost dogs get on with our lives instead of spending all afternoon trying to get this wayward creature home.
But of course the most important thing is getting puppy home for they are dear members of the family.
What lengths have you gone to get a stray pup home?
Walking the puppy.
I haven’t been doing much blogging lately.
I haven’t been doing much of anything lately, except…
WALKING THE PUPPY and SEARCHING for the puppy.
Take this morning. Most family was in kitchen and Tebow was with us. Cornered. All accesses blocked.
But someone opened a door and escape. (Very stealthily)
”Where’s the puppy?”
Blank stares. “I don’t knows.”
Mom drops everything to search for the dog. For the dog is going off to POOP!!!
Why doesn’t anyone get this but ME! (alright, no more caps, but that felt better.) Of course, no one else gets it or cares because they aren’t the ones cleaning up puppy bow-bow-el movements.
There so cute...almost sleeping.
While typing this, he bounded in and fell asleep. Our pillows are on the floor, because no bed has been made ~ because I have been searching for that puppy. We have a crate, but I don’t want to stick him in there constantly. I walk by and think a puppy breeding mill spontaneously appeared in our family room.
He was curled up, nice and asleep, till I took this picture.
Am I missing something?
Awaking, he went under the bed and now sounds as if he is chewing up who knows what?
Since my life is revolving around this puppy, I am starting the Puppy Diaries — musings on puppy life. It might be of no interest to anyone but me…or anyone who has just irrevocably changed their life with a preschool dog. (See, I keep my promises for I wanted ever so wanted to put irrevocably in bold caps.)
Okay. He settled down again.
No telling what he ripped up under the bed.
Great. There is no way to make the bed without waking him up.
When he wakes up, he will have to go outside, and when he goes outside he will have to have a walk, and when he is going for a walk he will see a squirrel. And when he sees the squirrel.
Hmm. Maybe there is a book in this?
Does anyone have any suggestions to make this less painful??? Anyone, anyone.
