I’m in the kitchen cooking bacon for breakfast. The dogs are outside sunning themselves on the deck.
I hear the sound of doggie nails scratching on the deck which usually means that someone is off to chase some sort of furry critter out of the yard.
I take a peek out the back door expecting to see Rocky watching Millie chase one of the neighborhood cats away from the bird feeders.
Imagine my surprise when I see Millie on the deck and Rocky nowhere to be seen.
Crap. This isn’t going to end well. The last time this happened, Rocky got his ear pierced by a mama groundhog.
Bad word. Bad word. Lots of very bad words. I go back inside to find my shoes to investigate.
Rocky must have heard the bad words because he peeked around the grill as if to say “I’m okay, Mom”
Millie had a “I tried to stop him, Mom” look on her face.
Bless their hearts . . . yes they got some bacon . .
Standing on the back deck in your warm flannel nightgown and fuzzy blanket robe drinking coffee and watching the birds at the bird feeders . . .
Even if it is only 26 degrees . . .
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It’s cold. It’s windy. It’s snowing. But there’s a possum in the alley and Millie is determined that it should not be there . . . so she wants to go out every five minutes to give the possum a piece of her mind . . .
That girl is going to be the death of me yet . . .
After a short shopping trip in Amish Country, I’m home from my girls weekend trip.
Lunch at my favorite burger spot with the bestie. Then home to get the doggies and start laundry.
Wonderful hearing the sound of the doggies snoring . . .
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.
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 . . .
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 . . .