I Can't Make This Stuff Up

We're in a place in life where you have to be ready for anything.

Like right now, I just realized that there is dried dog blood on my computer screen....

July has been crazy. Karson and Jason were both sick and then I was sick for several days. I felt better on Sunday and I climbed into bed knowing this was going to be an awesome week.

Then, the chiweenie climbed into bed and proceeded to throw up all over the sheets. This was awful but made worse because we'd just cleaned up Princess poop from the bedroom floor (she's old and can't control her bowels and poops all over the house day and night). Quick change later and we settled again with the knowledge that this was going to be a great week.

On Monday night, the chiweenie (Fritz) and the hound/heeler mix (George) were play fighting. They do this often. Fritz is roughly 7 pounds and George is probably 55-60 pounds. Fritz can hold his own pretty well when they fight so I wasn't really paying attention.

When we settled down, Jackson noted that something was wrong with Fritz' face. Either George's nail or tooth had torn Fritz' cheek leaving the skin hanging. I emailed a vet friend and she said to take him today as he would probably need antibiotics.

Putting It All Out There

I literally put it all out there yesterday. In person and online. Note: If you have a weak stomach then you might skip to the middle of the page...

As we were leaving the movie theater with Jackson's friends, Karson had been whining that his belly hurt. He's been sick all week and he was really tired so I was waiting on Altman to give me the keys so I could take him on to the car and give him a chance to nap.

I had him wrapped up in my sweater and was cuddling him while we waited. He gave the pump fake gag and then said he needed to throw up. I held him over the trash can and he spit. Before I could ask if there was more, he turned back to me and threw up all over both of us.

There were no amount of towels in the theater to help with any cleanup so we walked to the two blocks to the car. Once there, I used baby wipes to clean him off and changed his clothes. Luckily, we take a second set of clothes everywhere for him. Unfortunately, I don't do the same.

I ended up wrapped in a beach blanket over my jeans while Jason ran to Nothing Too Fancy to buy me a new shirt. Luckily, I had worn a sports bra under my tank so I wasn't totally inappropriate. Truthfully, I wouldn't have cared because the smell was so vile.