I'm trying really hard to not be whiny, or a downer debbie, and try to keep this a space for happy things like unicorns, bacon, and cheese, but some days I'm just not up for it.
Today is one of those days.
I don't have any pets. I had a dog, cats, and fish growing up but I personally have not owned a pet since 2003. Not for lack of trying, I begged and begged my mother to let me get a puppy but she wouldn't budge. But the summer of 2009, a couple of months after I moved out of my parent's house they got a puppy. I was bitter, and mad, and refused to meet him. And then I did, and I fell in love. And he in turn, fell in love right back.
Meet Pherroshus. He is a 22 month old Shih Tzu/Poodle mix. He loves ham bones, tearing pillows apart, and mounting a big, white, teddy bear holding a red heart.
He is my favorite animal. I love him a lot. And I am his favorite human. Ask anyone in the family. He can hear me coming up the walkway at my parent's house and always loses his mind when he does. Barking, jumping up an down, wagging his tail. He is the only person that happy to see me. My parents and sisters have a hard time taking care of him because they aren't animal people, they got him as a companion for their grandkids that live with them, and visit regularly, but they just aren't equipped to take care of him like he needs to be. I would take him but where I presently live doesn't allow dogs.
Anyway, the point of the story is he doesn't have enough supervision and lots of kids means lots of small toys that don't get put away, and a small puppy that chews on everything is trouble. Needless to say he started vomiting last night, and it continued into the morning. He wouldn't eat or drink anything, and was so weak he couldn't get up to go to the bathroom. My mom called my frantic this morning asking if I would take him to the vet. I did. They ran tests did some x-rays, and found something lodged in his intestine. So they did surgery, and he is doing fine now. They are keeping him overnight for observations, and I'll pick him up tomorrow.
Look at that face. My poor sick puppy.
Because I started my day with a scared, sick puppy, and 3 hours at the vet's office, and another 3 hours worrying about how he did in surgery I've had a rough day. A rough, unproductive, stressful day. Made worse by the fact that the people I've surrounded myself with seem to not have much sensitivity towards me, and the fact that I am so concerned for my boy. I had one person say to me that it would have just been cheaper to put him down. I'm not interested in that. Even if that is how you feel, keep it to yourself, when I am crying over my sick dog, don't tell me it's cheaper to put him down. I don't need that. And please understand that if I break
plans with you this weekend it's because I don't want to leave him alone while he is recovering. And please understand that.
I'm gonna sign off for the weekend, unless I am feeling extra cheerful tomorrow when I see him, and he is back to his rambunctious self. Otherwise, well wishes are appreciated! And we will talk on Monday!
Have a great weekend everyone!