She kept the bathroom clean overnight and while she pooped more blood this morning, it was outside during the appropriate dog-business time. She also kept the bathroom clean again all day; the antibiotics and anti-diarrhea medicines appear to be working. Altogether the vet bill was $109, which isn’t a bad price when she was due for a check-up anyway. She probably thinks she’s never leaving the bathroom again. If she doesn’t make any poopy, bloody messes through tomorrow night then she’ll get to roam the house like before, although with less freedom than usual until she’s definitely in the clear. I’m going to Home Depot on Sunday to review possibilities for building a low fence in the yard to prevent any more pool accidents, as well as a way to block off the tiled sun room with the doggy door during the day. Once the pool is secured we can leave the doggy door open for her to let herself out whenever she wants to go. It’s not like she’s going to leap over or dig under anything so the fence solution can be simple and fairly low.
Sometimes, when you have a dog, you wake up at 5:45 a.m. to find soft dog poo all over the bedroom and bathroom floors, in the dog basket, and on the dog. You find a way to go back to sleep even though it smells really bad while your boyfriend locks the dog in the other bathroom then buys cleaning supplies from the 24-hour Walgreens down the street. He washes the dog when he gets back and cleans the other bathroom floor, which was already covered in more dog poo, now with increasingly suspicious red streaks in it. When he goes back out to buy newspapers to cover the floor, you hold the dog who looks very unhappy.
Sometimes, when you have a dog, you’re late for work and also leave early to meet them at the vet, and when you tell a coworker where you’re going she reminds you that when her dog had bloody diarrhea and she took him to the vet they said it was terminal cancer and he died shortly afterwards. Two coworkers see you start to cry and say they understand and it’s ok to be worried about a dog you’ve had 15 years. By the the time you can leave work and get there the exam is over and everybody is relieved. The vet asked if the dog has been under stress lately and he said that yes, they just moved into a new house and also she fell in the deep end of the pool last week and didn’t seem to have any instinct for swimming (and would have drowned if her heroic owner with jungle cat reflexes hadn’t saved her). The vet says that it seems like a stress-induced intestinal infection and prescribes medication and special dog food and tells you to come back if it isn’t cleared up in two days. Sometimes, when you have a dog, two days from now is the start of a long holiday weekend while your partner will be out of town for a high school reunion.
You come home several hours later after work to find her in a freshly newspapered bathroom that has been clean for several hours and she seems relieved to sleep in a clean basket and eagerly snatches the new food and licks up her medicine. You relax and stop worrying about the worst that could happen.
Sometimes, when you have a dog, you come back at the end of the night and you again find bloody poo on the blanket and on the newspaper and tracked about with little dog feet. You look forward to 7:00 a.m. when she gets her next dose of medicine and you remind yourself that the vet said it probably wasn’t serious and that it should be better after a day or two.
Sometimes, when you have a dog, you laugh about how this must be the worst day of your dog’s life, what with two baths, going to the vet, a thunderstorm, and being locked in a bathroom all day, while you try not to cry thinking that maybe the vet was wrong.
We finally got internet in the new house and also a gas hook-up today, which means hot water! The previous week we had been showering with water from the water heater that was not in fact heated but simply ambient temperature. Luckily for us, it’s Arizona in August and the water heater is in a hot little nook off the garage. It was still a little brisk, but certainly bearable.
I’m going to Las Vegas for four days with two of my college friends. I’ve seen them only once since graduation four years ago.
Who is that professional, stylish, smartly-dressed woman? She exudes an aura of confidence and wit! I must hire her immediately for the data analysis position, she’ll be brilliant!
I posted pictures of the Halloween in July apron I gave Jodie in West Virginia. I loved how it turned out and she said she loved it too — coincidentally, orange is her favorite color! I really like the one she gave me as well (pictures to come).
I also mailed the latest quilt I finished last month: a surprise gift for my cousin Gretchen. It’s similar to the ones I made for my mom and my aunt, with a brighter teal fabric. There wasn’t any particular occasion, I just thought she would be a wonderful person to make one for because of her positive response to the baby quilt I made for her brother and sister-in-law, and I wasn’t disappointed. She immediately sent me a very nice thank you card and I hope she enjoys it.
Did you notice that a picture is directly embedded in this post? My younger brother fixed the problem for me! Expect more pictures more frequently! Too lazy to write anything? Up goes a picture! Huzzah!