One year old - oh boy. oh joy. my pup. (since I have 73% italian kids, might as well speak it).
First let's talk about my knittin'. That's a happier subject right now for me. Just took off one Kaffe Fassett sock and the other is almost done. This is Landscape Fog #4253 and I love this yarn. It has been very popular here at The Yarn Grove ... My stripes are matching up nicely too ... which is a great feat for me...
So let me vent about my Junior again? Thanks.
Overview: Sunday - Family reunion on hubby's side - 3 hr. drive. Oh boy, let's take Junior! He loves to ride...
- Pull up to the pavilion - Junior gets out - proceeds to hurl right in front of Aunt Gladys, not once but twice. Lovely. Okay, he probably got a little car sick. He behaves nicely and is a sweetheart as usual.
- 3/4 way home ... I smell something ... look in back ... oh happy days - he got sick again both ways! Do you have any idea how much paper towels cost at a Stop N Go ? $2.89. Clean up, drive rest of way home.
- Next am - hurls 3 more times.
- Go to Vet. Ca-ching
- Vet examines him and determines *something* is in his stomach and has nothing to do with being car sick - even though that can happen. "Let's start with x-rays." I leave him and wait for call.
Let me stop right here for a moment. My darling friends, Missy and Doug, have 2 giant sized dogs. They are maybe 4-5 years old. Less than a year ago, Bridgette ate part of a comforter and got really sick. (we use the same vet clinic). She had major surgery and was in serious shape for a couple of days but pulled through after they spent the equivalent of a new 1988 car on her.
Last weekend I met up with my darling friends again, Missy and Doug. She was telling me about her week from hell which included Bridgette getting out of her crate in the middle of the day and eating part of a bath towel. Umm, you guessed it. Another surgery but this time not so serious and only 1/2 a 1988 new car this time.
I leave the vet asking for parenting classes please...
3 comments:
Poor Junior. I bet Aunt Gladys gave him the chicken bone for insulting her senses as soon as he got out of the car.
My son used to have a dog that ate rocks. (I don't have to tell you how loud things got during our walks) Didn't have to curb the dog either, just walk through the gravel.
Love the sock, btw. Color is great!
Ooof. I hope junior gets rid of whatever it is, and doesn't eat any more of it!
Oh Junior I am pulling for you boy. Get that stuff out of you!
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