Archive for the 'Pets' Category

21
May
13

The Pollen Farm

I am convinced that we live in the middle of a pollen farm. As you know, CPI put off dying of allergies to attend Prom. Yesterday, however, he had to stay home since they were still in force. He has gone to school today since he is now merely coughing loudly as opposed to shaking the house. FMP was not so lucky. He spent most of last night getting rid of the gunk in him by a much less pleasant process than coughing it up. I, on the other hand, am the Queen of Sneezes. The only one not affected is IRP. I guess God thinks she has had enough to deal with this year already.

Last night, when the door was open, Whiskey decided to take himself for a walk. He had never even tried this before, so no one thought he would do it. We had to go in search of him since apparently his map did not include return directions. I had this problem with a GPS I once owned. It kept wanting me to go up non-existent ramps. It is now in FMP’s possession. We found Whiskey and brought him home. We do hope he doesn’t subject us to that type of panic again. I guess we will have to be careful when we open doors.

TSG

16
May
13

Home where she belongs

Finally! IRP is home again! We are so glad and grateful! Marsh, the ancient Labrador Retriever, was so glad to see her that he showed more enthusiasm in the first ten minutes after her arrival than in the entire week before. He and Whiskey had really begun to mope about looking for her.

Today, we will begin follow-up visits with doctors, starting with the surgeon and the infection specialist. Next week, we will see IRP’s regular physician. Also, she will be calling to set a new appointment with the psychologist so we can get that back on track.

I feel that we have now had our quota of unpleasant excitement for the year and should be excused any other drama.

TSG

10
May
13

The Not-Fight

When I am at home, Whiskey and I play “Fight Game” in the morning and again when I get home. This consists of his taking my hand gently in his teeth and worrying at it. Then, I pull him on his back around the bed by the same manner. There is some flapping about of the front paws and several administrations on his little head of “kiss poison”. This mock battle goes on for about 3-5 minutes. Then, Whiskey flops back over onto his stomach and I pet him.

The pillow take-over appears to have been because he missed me. He readily agreed to give it up in exchange for a resumption of our ritual. He is not, however, willing to stop sleeping at the foot of the bed at night.