What a freaking week this has been. I promise I had a good reason to totally neglect my blog this past week. It’s been hell week around here.
Okay, where did I leave off….Saturday, May 29th right? Let me catch you up.
We got the project room completed and we are settled in. It is taking some getting use to, but I am totally loving it. Chris has officially taken over Mini Me and I have got my laptop back. It is set up on my project table and I have been enjoying watching Gangland via itunes while working.
On Sunday, we noticed that Scrappy was not acting like himself, he was getting around really slow and kinda whining when he was coming up the stairs from the backyard. He didn’t want to be bothered with anything or anyone, which is weird, since he is always in my lap. Daisy was completely miserable dealing with her summer rash and Nibby’s beautiful white coat had turned blood red around her neck. Apparently, she doesn’t know when to stop scratching. Yep, flea season. Funny thing, we couldn’t find any fleas, but we know they are there since obviously Daisy, Possum and Nibby are all allergic. Being that it was Memorial Day weekend and Sunday to boot, no vets were open, so off to WalMart we went to get flea medicine. Hertz might not be the best, but it would give them some relief.
We medicated the dogs and cats and let me tell you, none of them were happy campers.
Monday morning went from Memorial Day to Labor Day since Chris and I spent the day deep cleaning the house. Daisy was still absolutely miserable so I finally shoved a Benadryl down her throat. Yes, I Googled it before doing it to make sure it was safe. The Benadryl really helped and Daisy is a hoot when she is doped up.
Tuesday was back to work and when we got home Daisy and Scrappy got baths. Scrappy is still not acting like himself and we noticed that he wouldn’t jump up on us. Which is really unusual since he typically tries to knock us down in excitement when we get home. Chris tried to stand him up and Scrappy let out a squeal like someone was killing him. I started checking him and when I touched his right hip he would whine. Light bulb goes off…..I am a terrible fur-mommy. On Saturday night after we had finished with the project room, I was sitting on the couch. I got up to get something to drink and didn’t see Scrappy laying on the floor. The lights were off, he’s black, so yeah, I missed my 80 pound dog laying there. Well, I stepped on his …. yep, right hip. He was walking okay, but just really sore, so I guess I bruised him. I feel horrible.
So needless to say, Daisy was itching like a mad dog, Nibby was itching like a mad cat, and Scrappy was whining like … well, like a hurt dog. It’s was so not a good week around here.
Fast forward to today, well Daisy is still itching, but doing much better. Scrappy is back to normal and trying to knock us down when we come through the door and Nibby’s sores on her neck are finally healing. Possum is still as cranky as ever, Peanut Butter is still acting like a fainting goat and Widdles is just Widdles.
If you made it this far…well, you must be really bored to read all of this. LOL!!
So the Zoo is to blame for me neglecting my blog.
Chris took this picture on Tuesday after we finished bathing the dogs. I had to pick Scrappy up and put him on the couch with me. And of coarse, Widdles had to get in my lap too.
Even though Daisy has been so miserable, she still is one happy dog! I swear she is always smiling.
Bang Bang for now!
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