I tell you what, we either need the Dog Whisperer or another bed for HD and me. It was like WWF in our bed last night, vi-ing for a spot to lay AND some covers. Let me just tell you that I was tossed out of the ring at about 2am. I finally admitted defeat and went to the couch, only to be followed by one of them. Our two shelties aren’t the problem, it’s those two black, curley tailed, pain in the ass, Puggles. And of the two of them, Tess is THE worst. Vinny just wants to snuggle and is happy to lay beside you and scoot over as needed, but Tess. She’s like trying to take on the “Giant.” Not moving, you can’t make me and I don’t care. Bitch. And, who followed me to the couch? You guessed it. It wasn’t long and I sent her sailing off the couch and she must have happily assumed her reign back in the bed. My shoulder was killing me so I’d taken a Tylenol PM and could barely navigate my way to the bathroom much less fight for some bed. But, 3 hours later, I wanted to be in my bed. That lasted a whole 30 minutes tops. So, I just got up so HD could at least get some sleep. Bitch. This morning, she don’t even have ‘cute’ going for her.
Friday, Sadie and Sam went to get hair-do’s. By the time Friday night rolled around, I thought Sam was dieing. Really. He wouldn’t stand, walk, move or eat or anything. He just laid in front of the fan and panted til you wanted to kill him, and drank close to 2 gallons of water. This was already happening when I picked them up at 1. When HD got home at about midnight, I was laying on the floor with him, petting him and trying to figure out what the hell happened to my dog. I had called the groomer back and asked if something had happened. Did he stumble, because he does that alot? Did he fall? Was he sick there? Nope, she assured me nothing had happened. We’ve been going to her for a long time, and I trust her and believe that she takes good care of my furry friends when they’re there, but Sam obviously wasn’t right but he had been FINE when I left him there. With all the water he was drinking, you’d think his teeth would be floating, but he didn’t pee. I took him outside several times but he’d just flop down like either he was hurt and couldn’t stand up or he just plain couldn’t or wouldn’t stand up. It was 70 degrees in the house with fans running full bore trying to keep him cool, there was nothing to be panting about, but he sure was. HD finally asked if maybe he had some heat exhaustion. Heck I didn’t know, but something was wrong. I figured I’d get up in the night or Saturday morning and find him expired, I really did. I woke up about 3am-ish to find him in the bedroom, not in the living room on his pillow where I had left him. Encouraging? I was hopeful. I watched him get up and walk over for another heft drink of water. I nearly cried at that sight. But he was very slow getting up and very weak? Or very sore? Or? something.
Saturday morning he was still a slow moving train but he was much more himself. A good amount of the water-guzzling and the panting had stopped but he was still pretty lethargic. The groomer even called me Saturday morning to see how he was. Saturday morning I’d also found a nice big pile of green diaha-oops on the dining room floor, and naturally assumed it had been Vinny. (TMI ladies??) He’s had alot of “issues” off and on since we got him. We JUST changed their food a week ago and I thought it was helping, but then this… ggrrrr!!!! Meanwhile, while making breakfast, I convinced Sam that we should try to go outside. And he was interested. So, we slowly made out way out and he managed the stairs all by himself, and he pee’d. I don’t think I’ve ever been that happy about pee before, but it was a good sign for my old pal. THEN, he proceeded to the bottom half of the lawn and deposited a pile of green diaha-oops. Bigger than a cow-patty y’all. THAT explained what I found in the house. I was happy to see it wasn’t Vinny, but… One dog up, one dog down. Dang it. He made his way across the front yard to sniff the neighbors tree and then back to the porch. I carried him up the steps and he brought himself in. From then on, he’s been much more himself. Still drinking alot of water, but he lifts his head and talks to me, turning his head and flopping his ears like we understand eachother. He’s been viciously defending his milk bone, as usual, although he won’t eat his food. But, he’s enjoying ‘treats’ and I did feed him a can of tuna. He’d been outside a several times Saturday and pee’d. He’s very tired and not moving around too much, but he can get up and move if he chooses too. He’s very slow on the ‘get up’ though still. Last night, that damn Vinny let the stinkiest of all stinkers and it sounded ‘wet’ if you know what I mean. I went looking for something stinky. OMG I found it and it wasn’t Vinny. It was enough diaha-oops to fill 1/2 a coffee can and Sam appeared (with some on his foot) to be happy as a lark then. So, I shampooed 2 rooms of carpet before I went to bed, only to be kicked out of it. I was up in the night and he had moved himself around from room to room, and this morning, he’s moved himself around too, and is now sleeping in the living room infront of the a/c vent. Normal for Sam. I need to try to get him outside.
That’s really all I have to report from here. It’s been HOT HOT HOT and humid and stormy and Hot. My back hurts from trying to hold my position in the bed, and I’m tired. On that note, I’ll try to get Sam outside and maybe lay on the couch for awhile.
Hope your weekends were great and not filled with anything green!
