I didn’t know how to corral the topics of this post into a title, so I just took the easy way out.
Keelyody and I are not walking this morning. It is raining, and I am glad.
Not because I don’t want to walk with her, because that is always fun, it’s because I have this weird, pinging, hurty thing going on, deep in my left hippish area. Not really my hip, more like where my leg connects with my hip. If you grab the side of the area, right next to your lower bum cheek? That’s the spot.
I discussed it with Mousey, the most athletic person that I personally know,while driving her to school this morning. I explained all the ins and outs of my problem and told her that for some reason, it didn’t seem like something that I could just walk off. Like it would only get worse. She agreed with me. She told me that it sounds like I hyper extended my hip flexor. She has evidently experienced this particular weird, pinging, hurty thing. She said she rested it. I’m going to go with that.
The windswept pumpkin is still out on the driveway. Looking forlorn and begging me to love it and put it on our front porch.
I forgot to tell you all about Katie’s eye. For about 3 weeks now, she has been having a weepy eye. I thought maybe she had something in it and tried to wipe it and rinse it out. That didn’t work. That was all we did, except to frequently tell each other, “there is something wrong with that dog’s eye”. When I looked very closely at it, it was looking cloudy, so I assumed that she was getting cataracts, and that must be the cause of the weeping. Because I am an expert.
You can just imagine how attractive this dog is getting. Only about 4 teeth, tongue always protruding out of the right side of her mouth, and now a winking, juicy eye.
On Tuesday, after inspecting the Weepy Peeper yet again, I noticed there was a pinpoint spot on her eye. Now, I’m no dog eye doctor, but that didn’t seem right. I told Abby she probably needed to take her dog to the vet. AGAIN.
Because that is the only reason that Abby goes to work anymore. To pay her vet bills.
She has an ulcer in her eye, which the vet informed Abby could be contracted in a hundred different dog behavior, type ways. AND, which the vet told Abby, is very painful. We are the worst dog owners. They gave her 2 sets of drops, and she is already looking less weepy and less like she had a long night at a bar down town.
I never did take a picture of her in all her glory, because everyone likes a cute doggie picture. I am here to give you pictures of her in a happier time.
Last weekend Honey made us “restaurant quality” ribs for dinner and we gave Kate some bones. Oh, she loves to gum her some bones!
This is her bone chewing pose. Her bone stance.
Because she is a girly, sissy dog, she understands that she has to eat her bone on the beach towel. She normally likes to take her treats to the foyer rug. But those are clean treats, like her favorite, carrots. Unclean treats must remain on the beach towel. She knows this house rule.
The next evening I prepared to give her another bone that I had stored in the refrigerator. All I had to do was lay that beach towel down and she was prancin’!
Look at her cute little rumpus!
Have a good weekend!
