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Five Years, Six Months, One Day

This post will probably be a convoluted mess with no real point . . . pretty much like every other post . . . so hang tight, y’all . . .

Yesterday was a day I’ve been dreading . . . because I have useless stuff stuck in my head most of the time . . . and I realized that July 20, 2019 was the five and a half year mark of the day of Prince Charming’s Death . . . trying to be an optimist . . . I tried to focus on the fact that it’s also the 50th anniversary of the Apollo 11 moon mission . . . and Prince Charming LOVED all things space related (he watched the NASA channel for fun!) so I thought I could get through the day focusing on the space mission and not on Prince Charming being gone . . .

It worked . . . until I got out of bed yesterday . . . and saw that Rocky was a bit “wobbly” and having some problems getting around.  Okay, he’s 10, has arthritis and has trouble getting around sometimes but never as bad as yesterday morning.  The look on his face broke my heart.  A mix of “WTF?” and “Mom, help me!” . . . and I went straight to panic mode . . .

He was FINE when we went to bed!! WTF happened overnight!?

Maybe he has heat stroke (he’s been inside in the AC!)

Maybe he had a stroke! (oh shit!)

We go downstairs.  Millie’s noticed he’s “not right” and is tormenting him.  He’s struggling to get down the stairs.  He’s struggling to go outside.  He does his business but it’s hard for him to be steady enough to finish.

Bad word, bad word, bad word.  “Prince Charming you are NOT taking Rocky today! I need him more than you do!” was muttered under my breath a lot.  Then I called Lovely Vet and got an appointment to have him take a look at Rocky.  The appointment was at 10:30 am . . . a full two hours AFTER I first noticed the symptoms.

Rocky gave me sad eyes, didn’t want to eat his breakfast, and stayed in front of the AC vent in the kitchen.  He did get up and move around a bit and each time he was less wobbly and steadier on his feet.  I almost cancelled the appointment but decided it was better to be safe than sorry . . .

Off we go to the appointment . . . and Rocky gets into the car like a champ . . . and Rocky explores the yard at the vet’s office and hikes his leg and pees on the flowers in the vet’s flower bed . . . and struts into the vets office like the super star he is . . .

“Darn you, Rocky.  Making a liar out of me!”

I explain the problems I saw earlier today to the lovely vet tech.  He doesn’t laugh at me for being overly cautious.  Lovely vet comes in the room and doesn’t laugh at me for being overly cautious.  Lovely Vet does a full and thorough exam and determines that it’s possibly a simple arthritis flare-up.  Adjusts Rocky’s meds.  Gives him a shot of something to help ease the pain in his joints.  Tells me to come back if things get worse.

Most importantly, he tells me I wasn’t wrong for bringing Rocky to see him . . .

So I apologized to Prince Charming for thinking he wanted to take Rocky . . . when he was actually using Rocky to help me get through what I thought was going to be a rough day.

By the way . . . the added meds and the shot to help Rocky’s joints have worked wonders.  Rocky’s acting like a puppy again . . . and wants to go out to play . . . during an excessive heat warning . . .

Bless his heart

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Goofy Dog

You know it’s gonna be bad when Millie is running to the door to tell on Rocky . . . when all the dogs in the neighborhood are barking their fool heads off and the dog that always has to be in the middle of everything is running to get ME . . .

As I put on Prince Charming’s yard shoes and walked out the back door to see what the commotion was all about I said to myself “Self, this is not gonna be good . . . ”

Yep, well shit . . . this is not good . . . as I came around the corner of the garage and walked toward the back gate I saw Rocky in a stand off with a stupid ground hog . . . make that a very pissed off ground hog.  Well after I said a whole string of bad words (and throwing a shoe at the ground hog) I managed to get Rocky and Millie back toward the house.

I gave Rocky a quick once over and discovered a small puncture wound on his left ear lobe.  Looks like Mama Groundhog got only one good bite in.  That’s good.  Except I can’t get the bleeding to stop.  Well more bad words, and total panic that it might be too late to get Rocky to Lovely Vet’s office and I’ll have to make a trek to Expensive Emergency Clinic.

Quick phone call once I realize it’s not past closing time and off we go to Lovely Vet’s office.  Where we are the last patient of the day . . .

Lovely Vet assured me that it wasn’t serious.  Antibiotic shot, antibiotic pills, pain meds for a week and Rocky should be fine.  Lovely Vet Tech does her best to get the bleeding to stop . . . they use surgical adhesive (super glue!) . . . they even wrapped his ear up in a bandage to keep him from shaking his head . . . he looked like a Russian Grandma.  But nothing helped . . . so I have to keep an eye on him whenever he flips his ear.

He’s going to be fine.  I’m going to be fine . . . eventually.  He scared the crap out of me.  I look like I’ve committed a murder.  The poor vet’s office looked like it was a crime scene.  Who knew an ear would bleed so much!!

Who knew my docile guy would have such a mean streak when it comes to little furry things coming into his yard!

Right now he’s sleeping peacefully at my feet . . . bless his heart . . . and Millie hasn’t left his side since we got back from the vet . . .

It’s been an interesting day.

 

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Neighbor Story

I’m doing the dishes. Millie comes into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Then walks to the back door to see what’s happening . . . she starts barking and wants out the back door RIGHT NOW . . . which brings Rocky into the kitchen to see what the fuss is and decides he wants out the back door RIGHT NOW as well . . . I’m thinking “WTF” as I go to open the back door and step out on the deck to see what the fuss is all about . . . and that’s when I notice The Burbs neighbor behind me has started the first bonfire of the season . . . and it’s so big that, yes you guessed it, it looks like my garage is on fire . . .

Apparently my two big barking dogs scared the crap out of The Burbs neighbor . . . he put out the bonfire and went back into his house . . .

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Star Light, Star Bright

Prince Charming was a huge astronomy buff.  He loved space, stars, and planets.  He even made his very own telescope.

There were many nights I’d find him just standing in the back yard looking at the stars.  And he’d tell me the names of the stars and the planets and point out constellations to me.

I am not a huge astronomy buff.  I know the Big Dipper and the North Star.  Because of Prince Charming, I know that the red spot in the sky is usually Mars.  The really bright thing is Venus . . . or Jupiter . . . I can never remember.

I loved standing in the back yard with him looking at the stars and listening to his descriptions.  I wish I had paid more attention to what he was saying . . . yes I realize I say that a lot . . . I was just so happy to hear his voice . . .

I told you that story to tell you this story . . .

It’s been cloudy, dreary, yucky winter weather here for a while.  I usually go from the house, to work, to where ever I’m going and not pay much attention to the sky.  Except to grumble about the rain, the snow, the clouds, the very cold wind . . .

Tonight was a little different . . . I was hurrying home from my haircut appointment.  Thinking the dogs are going to be mad for having such a late supper.  Wondering what I’m going to fix myself for supper.  Looking forward to watching a couple of episodes of “Blue Bloods” or “Corner Gas” and doing some cross stitch . . .

I don’t know what made me stop and look at the sky . . . but I did . . . and it took my breath away . . .

The sky is clear (for a change) and it wasn’t horribly cold . . . and all the stars were out in their glory . . . I stood on the front sidewalk and just stared up at the sky for a while . . . the neighbors must have thought I had lost my mind . . . but for a few minutes I swear I could feel Prince Charming standing right by me . . . and I could imagine hearing him say how beautiful it was and telling me which star and which constellation I was looking at.

And suddenly the drab dreary winter didn’t seem so drab and dreary . . .

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High Anxiety

At Rocky’s annual check-up earlier this month, Lovely Vet noticed that there was some serious plaque build up on his teeth and I might want to consider getting them cleaned.  Mind you, the dog is 10 years old and has never had his teeth cleaned.  In fact, in the over 30 years I’ve owned dogs, I’ve never had any of their teeth cleaned.  I had noticed that he was a little extra cautious when taking treats and a little slower to eat the large Milkbone treats that Lovely Neighbor Mike gives Rocky and Millie every night.  So, I got a quote on the cost and, after debating the pros and cons, made the appointment.

Today was the appointment . . . it involved making sure that Rocky (and Millie) didn’t eat or drink anything after midnight . . . which included NO BREAKFAST . . . then getting up early and dropping him off at Lovely Vet’s office by 8 a.m.

I decided to take the day off because I knew that the morning drop off was going to be a hot damn mess . . . and I was pleasantly surprised that it was not a hot damn mess . . . and because I wasn’t sure how Millie would do home alone all day if I took Rocky to the vet and didn’t bring him home until supper time . . . and because I knew I’d be a hot damn mess all day worrying about Rocky . . .

I was a hot damn mess . . .

Millie was a bit of a handful and was stuck like glue to me all day . . .

Rocky, I’m happy to report, did just fine.  Didn’t mind not getting breakfast.  Was happy to go on an adventure to Lovely Vet’s office because his Favorite Vet Tech would be taking care of him.  He went off with Favorite Vet Tech for the procedure without even a glance back at me to say good-bye . . . Gotta admit . . . that kinda hurt . . . didn’t have to have any teeth pulled and the problems I noticed were just irritated gums from the plaque build up and a little bit of old age . . .

He “serenaded” the Vet Office with his lovely song all afternoon because he was done with all the excitement and just wanted to go home . . . I heard him while I was paying the bill and it was the most pitiful thing I’ve ever heard . . . poor guy . . .

Millie is happy he’s home . . .

I’m happy he’s home . . .

I’m glad that it’s over . . .

Right now he’s snuggled on his favorite bed in the living room happily snoring away . . .

I’m over the moon ecstatic for the good outcome . . . and I hope it’s a little while before I have to go through that again . . .

 

 

 

 

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Confused

After a two week deep freeze, we had an unusually warm day yesterday.

Millie loved it. She was outside a lot. Hanging out on the deck watching the world go by.

Today it’s about 40 degrees cooler. Millie wants to know where the warm weather went. She’s been an Ohio girl 9 years but she still doesn’t understand how fickle Ohio weather can be.

Poor thing.

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Sunday

There’s a few errands I should be running today

But it’s the first day in ages that it’s not freezing . . . or snowing . . .

And I don’t have the heart to call her inside when she’s enjoying sunning herself on the deck . . .

So the errands can wait

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