Thursday, April 12, 2012

One sick puppy

Literally I have a sick puppy. Only she's not a puppy anymore, she's 6 years old.

Let me start out by saying we don't live in the city but we don't live in the country either. We don't have acreage is what I mean when I say country. Our back yard is not fenced. There is a field behind our house so we kinda feel like we have some acreage but the land owner for the most part keeps it mowed down. We have neighbors across the street and next door. And believe it or not but caddy corner behind us is the house that Hubs grew up in. It's the house my in-laws built but sold over 10 years ago.

Anyway back to my point. My point is that Cookie has free reign to roam. What I mean by roam is that she goes from our yard to the neighbors yard, the house across the street, the field, my in-laws old house and down to the stop sign. That's it.

I sure have been saying "what I mean by" in this post a lot. Ok moving on.

But somewhere one of the homes must have created some sort of compost pile and Cookie has found it.

For the past two days she has had bad gas and diarrhea. Just in case you didn't know, yes dogs pass gas and yes it is VERY stinky. Worse than two boys and a grown man. I know waaaay to much information. Next....

Tuesday and Wednesday when we got home Cookie had had an accident in her crate. That is how I know she's not feeling good. That dog would rather die and mess up her crate.

She's been eating and drinking fine which is one reason I'm not freaking out. The other reason is a dear friend is a Vet. Thank goodness!!

OK, OK, moving back to the point. The point is that Hubs and I are tired of getting pawed to death at 4AM so she an go outside and take care of some business. I am ready to get back to our normal routine. My eyes are bloodshot and the wrinkles under my eyes are beyond the help of eye cream.

So y'all say a prayer that we turn a corner soon..and if you know of some hallelujah chorus singing eye cream that is AMAZING, please let me know.

1 comment:

Hubs said...

Don't get me started on stanky gas, oh Queen of flatulence.