I roll over, put the book of the day on the nightstand, pull the cord to turn off the light, and mid pull I mumble this phrase to an animal that has absolutely no idea what I am saying.
I have a hard time saying this to people. But not to this weirdo mutt of mine.
Kevin is a weird dog. He would sleep all day and night if he could. He has a bladder of steel and a bowel of iron. We used to go on long, rambling walks through the neighborhood. He now pees in the front of the neighbors house.
I knew that adopting an older dog would be interesting. I didn't know that it would be THIS interesting. I love this little (42 pound, so guess not so little) furball with all my heart. I spoil him. I buy him more treats than I do myself. I worry. He limps and I assume he's broken his seal foot. The doctor is very patient with me. This is my first puppy love that's all mine. And I don't know what I'll ever do without him.
I dropped Kevin off at the vet yesterday as he was acting weirdly. They had no appointments, but said to drop him and they would look at him as soon as they could. I figured it would be a while, so I went to Lowes for a mold test kit, grabbed lunch and made an appointment to get my hair trimmed, as I'm starting to look like Carol Brady. Not cute.
Midway through my lunch, they called to tell me he was okay and that I could pick him up. I didn't hesitate. I shoved a couple more bites in my piehole and ran for the car. I got to the vet in 15 minutes, blowing off the hair appointment (Carol Brady is cute to some.) $9.76 for his anti-inflammatories. New Treats. A car ride home with him snuggled against my leg. We got home, and I gave him a bone and his first dose.
We went for a walk at around 4:15. He started eating grass like it was his job. I worried some more. I tried to get him to stop, as he started eating the tall, rough decorative grasses that lined the walkway and that cannot be good for him. I got him back in the house and gave him fresh water and food to see if that would help. He plopped down on the floor and began snoring.
I know he's ok. I'm just not ok. I don't know why my usually spry older dog is suddenly not coming downstairs in the morning for his walk. I don't know why he is suddenly walking within 5 feet of the house and doing his business when he usually wants to walk to West Palm and back. I don't know anything and it's really, really annoying. I want to make him better. I just don't know how.
|I DON'T WANNA WALK!|