Friday, June 13, 2014

Friday Mishmash - Worst Dogmom EVER.

My poor dog has terrible seasonal allergies, but the seasons seem to be stretching out longer and longer and where he used to just be miserable a couple times a year, it's nearly year-round at this point.  Over the weekend he stopped eating and began gagging/throwing up - as you can imagine, it was quite lovely.  He ate on Monday, so I thought he might be feeling better, but no - we woke up Tuesday morning to find he'd thrown up in his crate.  Poor pup!  Our vet didn't have any appointments open for that day, but said to drop him off and they'd squeeze him in between other visits.  YOU GUYS.  I walked him into their office, gave the lowdown to the person at the desk, and then she came out and took his leash from me.  As soon as that happened, Paco planted his feet and gave me this look of betrayal - like, WHY ARE YOU NOT STAYING?  YOU ALWAYS STAY!!!  I felt like the worst dogmom ever.  But it was for his own good, and I knew he'd forgive and forget in a couple hours when I went back to pick him up.

Except...the hours stretched on and they didn't call.  I knew they see patients until 7:00 pm, so I guessed that they were exceptionally busy.  But 7:00 pm came and went, and nothing.  By that point I was really feeling like a (excuse the expression) dog.  I wondered if he'd been forgotten, if he'd had any water or gotten to go for a walk all day - I pictured my poor Paco alone and miserable and my imagination began to run wild with how the last time he saw me was as I abandoned him to this place.  I finally called their answering service and our vet called me back right away - of course she apologized for not letting me know that they'd been swamped with emergencies, and she'd be getting to Paco soon and he wasn't going to have to spend the night there - whew!  We finally picked him up at 9:15 that night.  He'd gotten a couple different shots for allergies, plus something for his nausea.  Bloodwork checked, etc - turns out he's fine except that the massive amounts of rain we've had have extended the allergy season and he's not getting a break.  Poor pup.  He rode home huddled on my lap, spent the last two days sleeping for the most part, and sticking like glue to me.  Today is the "kick in" day for the allergy shots so hopefully he'll be back to himself very soon.
Thought you were neber coming back, Mom.  EBER.

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Speaking of Paco, having a day without him was weird.  I'm not used to going to the bathroom by myself.  Or being able to roll my desk chair back without worrying that I'd run him over.  But the strangest thing was that I was expecting a package to be delivered by UPS, and waited and waited for it.  Finally, I went to the front door and checked...and it was there.  No one had sounded the alarm that the dastardly UPS truck was in the neighborhood!  And I'm sure the driver didn't ring the doorbell because he knows that Paco very loudly tells me when intruders (real or imagined) are nearby.  It's good to have my sidekick back!

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I knitted a bowl to be felted with the yarn that I'm not too fond of.  The before wasn't very promising:
Blotchy, floppy, blech...

And the after:
Not much better.  It's also thinner than the other bowls I've felted - overall, it's going in the "meh" box.  However, I did use my front-loader washing machine to felt this, so at least I know I can do that at home instead of always having to bother my friend Stephanie to use her machine.  So yay for a new discovery?

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Julia and I visited our running store earlier this week - they are making quick work with getting all the repairs done after the fire last month.   We even offered to come in and help unpack all their new stock (and promised we wouldn't spend the entire time oohing and aahing over everything), but they seemed to be OK.  It was good to see Mike and Dan, and can't wait for them to reopen.  Tomorrow we'll run and then go to breakfast, but hopefully soon we'll be adding "and drop by the running store" to that agenda.

Have a great weekend!

19 comments:

  1. I felt like a horrible dogmum last week - my little Archie just WOULD NOT get out from behind the TV so that I could put him in the kitchen, I was going to be late for work and so I actually stooped so low as to say "walkies?", just to get him out. The look on his face as I locked him in the kitchen would have brought a hardened criminal to tears.

    Hopefully your little man feels better soon!

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    1. Employing trickery is the only thing that works, sometimes. Still, I totally get that dog guilt!

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  2. Aw, his face! Hope he's doing better. He has a great Mom.

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  3. Poor Paco! I know what you mean - even after we put Ed down it took us WEEKS not to open the back door and expect him to be there. Glad he's going to be okay!

    Happy Weekend!

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  4. OMGosh - Paco's face. He'd have me at his beck and call with those sad eyes, I tell you what! Hope he feels better soon!

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  5. Poor guy. But poor you--you know I commiserate with listening to the constant chewing! I'm about ready to change ALL my dogs to a different diet!

    This story made me very happy that I've changed vets. I used to go to the most popular one in the county. I changed to a new guy, and the only thing I worry about is that he will go out of business. Because I can always get in on the day that I call!

    That is such good news about the running store. It seems to me when I've heard other stories about stores being burned out that it took them a lot longer to get back up and running (LOL, I made a little pun there.)

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    1. LOL at your running pun. :) They actually thought they'd be open by now, but ran into a couple delays with getting merchandise in.

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  6. Awwwwwww .... poor PACO!!! Sweet puppy. I hope he's better .....

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    1. If you were still living here, I'd have you come over so he could lean against your legs. He knows you'd take pity on him. :)

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  7. Paco! Sorry buddy :(

    And sorry Shelley because I'm sure the scratching and nibbling WAS making you crazy. I hope his shots have kicked in and you two are cohabiting in peace.

    Glad to year your running store is so close to opening again!

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    1. He's doing so much better now (Saturday).

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  8. Dog guilt is sometimes worse than children guilt! At least you can kinda sorta explain things to a child. A dog? Not so much. In solidarity, your friend, Lynn/Owner of Cooper

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  9. Poor, poor Paco! They don't understand that it is for the best when they go to the doctor and it does make you feel terrible, doesn't it?
    Hopefully the shots will kick and and he feels better.

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  10. Glad that your running store will be up and "running" again soon! Paco sounds like my labrador the way he always has to be right with you and let's me know bout UPS, although she's been slacking a little on that lately! Hope Paco's feeling better soon!

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  11. AWWWWW.....sweet Paco!!!! Hope the shots kick in and he's back to himself in no time!!!!!

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  12. Dog guilt - it's the worst!!!! We have three dogs, so we always have guilt! Glad Paco is okay!

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  13. Ah poor Shelley, I almost cried when I read you were wondering if Paco had water or had got a walk because I would totally react the same. I see Paco has gotten the "droopy" look too, Bella has that too. It's the look you get when you leave them behind.

    I hope the shots work for poor Paco and he feels better soon.

    As for missing your shadow: I know what you mean (but hey what else did you expect LOL) I actually hate it when I'm home and Bella is at the doggy hairsaloon. It's so boring when she's not around.

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  14. Oh my gosh!!! I hope your puppy is ok. I'm with you--I get so stressed out and feel guilty when something happens to my puppy. About a month ago we were trimming her nails and she moved right as I cut. There was blood EVERYWHERE and it wouldn't stop bleeding. We rushed to the vet and she was okay and bounced back and didn't seem sad or mopey after (which made me feel worse!). I felt so guilty!!

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  15. Dog guilt is the worst guilt! Luckily they don't know how to hold a grudge forever.

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