TGIF!! I hope it’s been a good week for everyone! Now let’s share five random things about our week. Here’s mine:
- Late Tuesday afternoon, I let Maggie out in the backyard, and realized she was out there for a while. I decided to go check on the little troublemaker and found her on the hill eating a chicken bone. Instead of acting rational with a calm command like, “Maggie, drop it.” Instead, I panicked and yelled, “Maggie!” My well trained (LOL!) dog took off running along the very top of the hill behind part of the retaining wall while chomping on the bone. This wall is just higher than my waist, and I’m not at my best, so I belly crawled up it, got on my feet and bellowed, “Maggie come!” By then she was terrified or elated or just laughing her ass off. I don’t know. But she ran further, while still chomping on the damned chicken bone. I could hear her crunching on it. At that point, I was estimating that damned chicken bone’s value between 10 or 15 thousand dollars, which is roughly what the cost of what the surgery to get it out of her gut was going to cost me (I watch too many vet shows and videos). Eventually she’d finished chewing up the money, I mean bone, and I got a hold of her collar and put her in the house. I was so mad (truthfully I was scared for her — Maggie’s not known for great digestion and chicken bones are notorious for splintering and causing serious internal damage). I’ve never encountered a situation where I had zero control over her, or myself — I flat out handled that badly. However it appears she’s just fine. She’s eating, acting and eliminating normally for two days. So my dramatics were for nothing, except emotionally scarring my dog and proving I’m a very flawed dog handler
- We assume the chicken bone was from the workers lunch. It probably fell when they cleaned up the trash, as they’ve been very good about cleaning up. Accidents do happen and dogs will find stuff they shouldn’t. Right now, Maggie can’t go outside unleashed because the concrete is still drying so we’re not worried. We’ll check everything before we let her out unsupervised again. But the good news is the workers are finishing up this phase of landscaping today. And we’re deciding if we’re ready to do phase 2 (turf and pavers) in the backyard, or wait. We’re waiting for the final ruling on that from our Financial Department
- I saw the doctor and that went well. I don’t know why I always expect to be brushed off. But the opposite happened and he demanded payment in blood…I’m kidding, he ordered a lot of labs that included six vials of blood. I got all those done and we should know more by early next week. I started a medication yesterday that’s beginning to help manage the symptoms, so yay! But the symptoms are making me a little tired so things like scaling a waist-high wall in an adrenal-fueled panic as I did in Number 1 would make a hilarious YouTube video. I promise I can normally do it with only minimal embarrassment!
- Yesterday I was driving, and got behind a white truck and my stress shot up. There were two big dogs unsecured in the back. One looked like a German shepherd, and the other was had bit white markings and looked like one of the herding breeds: border collie, Australian shepherd — something like that. The dogs did not look safe in the truck bed. Maybe in other more rural areas it is, but not here. The white dog was climbing up on the wheel well and leaning over the side, and every time the truck came to a stop, or started up from a green light, he fumbled for balance. I was worried he’d fall and I’d end up hitting him. The German shepherd appeared more cautious, but he was big enough, a sharp turn could throw him over the side. Wizard said he passed me on the opposite side of the road when he was coming home from an appointment, and I didn’t see him. I’m sure I didn’t, I was watching those dogs. The thing that was more annoying is it was an extended cab with short bed truck. There was more room inside the cab than in the bed of the truck. I just don’t understand. If they were my dogs, they’d either be inside the cab, or safety harnessed in the bed of the truck. Maybe if I lived on a farm or a ranch, that’d be a different story. But here in So Cal with faster speeds and insane traffic, it’s not safe in my opinion.
- I can’t make plans just yet, so I don’t know what I’m doing this weekend. There’s a lot I very much want to do, I’m just waiting for my body to stop glitching and get on board with my plans Wizard is teasing me that I hit the age where my warranty has run out and everything is breaking down. If I laughed, it’s only because I’m dehydrated, not because he’s funny!
That’s my five, now I’d really love to hear about your much more interesting week! Hope you all have a great weekend!