For most people, pets are like kids. In fact, your pets were probably treated like kids until you actually has kids. Then they start getting treated like pets, but even pets are part of the family and when something happens to them you feel the same kind of love and worry as you would for your children. I know because we experienced this yesterday. On Sunday night our 6 1/2 year old dachshund Rusty got hurt and was walking without using his right front leg. We don’t know for sure what exactly happened, so we gave him one night of rest to see if it was better in the morning. It wasn’t, so I got myself up and out of the house to be at the vet as early as possible. I really wanted to avoid having to take 3 small children and one hurt pup to the vet all by myself. Call me crazy. I spoke with the vet and she said they would do an x-ray to be sure but that with the way dachshunds legs are designed (crooked knees) it was most likely a sprain of his ligaments and it would get better on his own. I had to leave him at the vet to get the x-rays since Russell needed to start getting ready for work no later than 8am. So I came home and finished breakfast with the kids and got them all dressed for said dreaded trip to the vet with all of them. We got to see his x-rays but this time the doctor was not as optimistic and said that a part of his bone might actually have separated and poked through the ligament and that the only solution to that would be a surgery where they would put plates in his leg and while he would be able to walk on it without pain, he would lose the ability to bend his leg for the rest of his life. That was not the answer I was hoping for or expecting to get. They were sending his x-rays to a specialist to diagnose and we would hear back sometime later in the day. And this is where the waiting and worrying comes in. And then the moment the phone rang from the veterinarian’s office came and I was so nervous that I didn’t even want to pick up. Thankfully the specialist said that there was no reason to think he had anything more than a soft tissue sprain and that with some anti-inflammatories, lots of rest and some pain medication he would be back to running, jumping, and stomping around in a couple of weeks. Keeping him off it is a little easier said than done since he wanted to follow the kids around often to make sure they are not dropping food anywhere, but I think he is at least on the road to recovery.
Yesterday our cat Leila “Monster” apparently thought she was locked out of our room (where the little box is kept). She wasn’t really, but I guess that is besides the point. So, she decided that she couldn’t wait any longer and found a place to relieve herself.
Amazingly, she went into the kid’s bathroom… knocked a diaper off the drying rack, into the bathtub… and pooped IN THE DIAPER.
I mean, it was still another poop I had to clean up, but seriously… thanks for the effort, Leila!
The other night at bedtime Russell was reading nursery rhymes. If you haven’t read any nursery rhymes lately let me be the first to tell you, these things can be really weird. I know they all have hidden political meanings or something, but seriously… who ever had the idea to write these for kids? I had two I wanted to share with you, the first is just to prove my point.
Oranges and Lemons
Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. Clements.
You owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Martins.
When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not, says the bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chip chop, chip chop, the last man’s head.
Seriously, is that the kind of stuff kids need to hear before going to bed? The other rhyme is something that may not be funny to everyone, but Russell and I have laughed endlessly about it since he first read it.
Higglety, Pigglety, Pop!
Higglety, pigglety, Pop!
The dog has eaten the mop;
The pig’s in a hurry,
The cat’s in a flurry,
Higglety, pigglety, POP!
I am not sure if any of my readers have dogs, or if they have a dog like we do, but Rusty will eat anything and everything. He eats sticks, cardboard, rope (whole), and just about anything you can imagine. And I am sure if we kept it accessible, he would have eaten our mop long ago. I can imagine walking in and finding mop pieces all over the place and Rusty hiding under the bed (knowing he would be punished, but not letting that stop him) And since I don’t have a picture of him eating our mop, here is one from a time he ate a bunch of flour.
Now I can add “blow dry a cat” to my list of things I never thought I would do.
We drove home from southern California last night and got in around 10pm. We unloaded the car, put the girls in bed and got unpacked. Rusty needed a bath after a few days of playing around the horses but his short little hair dries very fast. Leila needed a bath as well after a little incident in the car that upset her stomach and left her with some of the “Big D” in her fur. But with it being so late she couldn’t go to bed wet, and wouldn’t be able to dry very well on her own so I had to break out the hair dryer on the cool setting. Let’s just say it was an adventure. She actually did really well and only swatted a few times at the beginning. By the time I was brushing her she was purring.
Let’s just say though… I am glad it wasn’t Tank.
… then I bet Annie and Oakley are out on a trail ride.
… maybe Annie and Dana are playing chase.
…then Annie’s tired old body is no longer holding back her playful, enthusiastic soul.
If there is a doggie heaven then one of the best, sweetest, and most loved dogs has found a new home.
There is always a sadness when you lose someone you love, and the loss of a pet is no different. But Annie lived a wonderful life in a home where she never doubted the love for her. You can’t ask for more than that. And I know she touched us all in a way that will continue to stay with us.
Play in peace forever, sweet Annie. We love you and miss you.
Since I was driving for a good portion of the day on Sunday, and arrived only about 1/2 hour before the girls went to bed, we decided to celebrate Easter yesterday. At this age the girls don’t know the difference and this way all four of us could be together. First we took some pictures with their bunny rabbits.
here they were last year… for perspective.
Then they got their Easter baskets, each including a stuffed animal and a new touch and feel book.
Then it was time for eggs!
and of course, we couldn’t let the whole thing go by without a little humiliation for at least one of our pets.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter weekend!
Kids and pets can be alike in a lot of ways. Sometimes that involves middle of the night wake ups, sometimes it is “waste” clean-up duties, (aka Trout) and sometimes it means discipline. But one of the joys of having both kids and pets is dressing them up in funny outfits or clothes.
Yes, we have a history of dressing up our pets. Here is a picture of Bitsy from about 7 years ago dressed up in a Bristol Farms shirt.
We did it then, and are still doing it today. Here Russell is putting Rusty in a diaper just last month.
The girls were very confused by this…
and tried to take it off of him.
At least Rusty was a good sport.
(I love how embarrassed Rusty looks in the last picture)
I’ve been feeling a little off today, and couldn’t really think of anything I wanted to blog about. I did miss my post on Wednesday though, and don’t like to skip two in one week. Luckily, I stumbled upon this.
Have you ever thought about having your pet’s portrait taken? Maybe to celebrate a birthday, or possibly obedience school graduation? Well, here is a place that lets you do just that. I’m calling right now to book an appointment. Maybe my cats will be as excited about this adventure as the cat featured here.
Have a great weekend everyone!