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| Looking out my back porch. |
Yesterday was one of those days.
It started out pleasant enough and I had consumed most of my coffee before the days events started compounding on each other like a line of dominoes set in motion.
First I heard the sound of a dog heaving. I ran to get her outside and thought I had gotten by with just a small bit of dog barf on the tile floor. Oh, how wrong I was. So very, very wrong. She had come from my bedroom so I went in to inspect. She had hit the big 8'x10' rug we use on the wood floor. It stretches under our bed and about 2 feet all around it. Ya know, so we can step on something soft in the morning and not a cold, wood floor.
Then I checked under the bed. That's when I knew this rug was a goner. She had emptied the entire contents of her stomach multiple times under there. All I could do was get to work rolling up this huge rug from under our bed and get it outside.
I spent the next hour washing the wood floor and washing the bedding too, including the bed skirt. It didn't get hit but I was so grossed out I was going to clean everything! And I did. I eventually got the whole bedroom put back together.
Now the other dog we have is a little mini Schnauzer and she has had a bad skin irritation on her back all weekend. It's driving her crazy! She had it about a month ago and we had to get some antibiotics for her and it cleared up, we thought. We waited it out over the weekend to see if she would get any better but she just got worse and would hardly come out of her bed. When she did all she could do was whip her head around and try to bite her back.
She doesn't have fleas or anything like that just super sensitive skin. It's partially genetic to the bread and could also be allergies to the area. So I called the vet and made an appointment for her at the end of the day.
It's now1:00pm and I'm about to get the boys in the van so we can do a few errands. As I go to put the mini Schnauzer in her kennel, which is in my bedroom, I see a big wet spot on the floor. I actually felt it first, I accidentally put my hand in it! Ewwww! That's just how this day is going. It's a fairly clear puddle and I think "why did my dog pee on the floor?" But that's not what it is. It's a stream of water stomach barf that is coming from UNDER MY BED. Some how the big dog got under there AGAIN and emptied what little was left in her stomach.
So cursing up a storm in German and throwing in a couple English "bloody hells" I set off to clean up again. Finally, we go on the errands ~ we get back in time to put the groceries away and get the little dog to the vet. Out we go again right on time ~ this time.
I pull up to the Vet building to find it is under construction and the waiting room has shrunk to a 1/3 its normal size. I can see right way my 3 boys are not going to do well in this space. I send them back to the car with my keys so they can listen to "Hank the Cowdog."
Yes, I feel safe doing this.
Forty five minutes later I've got an arsenal of meds and anti itch stuff for my dog. I'm checking out and one of my boys runs in saying the little one has a bloody nose. I grab some tissue, hand it to him and tell him to go take care of it. Little one's nose bleeds are fairly common so I'm not even phased.
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| My arsenal of meds for the dogs itchy back. |
I pay the bill, grab the bag of medication and head out to the car. I'm tired, wore out, and defeated by the day. Time to go home.
Ummmm, nope. 45 minutes of Hank the Cowdog has caused a dead battery. We're stuck. It's time to cry and I have to pee. This is one of those events that happens when you say to yourself "could this day get any worse?"
Thankfully, Papa is on his way home from work and can head over to give the van a jump. Yay for cell phones.
It's 6:30pm now, I home, hungry and done with this day.
Thank goodness tomorrow is a new one.