Son of a bitch, it does come in threes

I saw a post by a blogger that I adore, the Redneck Mommy, where she spoke of bad things coming in threes. While her post was interjected with her usual humor, it struck me this morning that son of a bitch she is right again!

Doc Holiday is sick again, by best friend's brother is in surgery to remove a fracking brain tumor that they just found this morning, and Hubs did a number on his back (getting old). Only one of those things is tragic, and if I was a prayer I would be praying for him. But, I don't pray. I logically work out the odds of something going well.

Short post today, I have to many phone calls and text messages to return. I hope you all have a great weekend. Wait...no one reads this yet. :)

Sick puppy eyes are the worst

So Doc Holiday (our corgi/Lab mix) fell ill this weekend (friday afternoon). He ran a fever of about 105 and would not move out of his crate. I had to carry him wherever we needed to go. Force feed him pedialyte and baby food. Ice baths every hour to help control the fever. Dosing him with aspirin. Clenching my hands and feeling helpless as I stand over his crate and will him to lift his head. He also had diarhea (no vomiting). I feared parvo even though he had been vaccinated. I took him to the vet Monday morning (thank goodness they took him, they were booked), and he had to stay there over night so that they could get him hydrated (I could not do enough with pedialyte and baby food in a syringe). They also had to ice the IV fluid to help with his fever, as their pain meds were not touching it.

After being up with this dog 24/7 over the weekend, then he spending the night in the hospital, I wanted answers. The blood tests and the fecal tests were negative for everything. The vet and I had a lengthy conversation, and after relaying my comings and goings over the past ten days, we narrowed it down to my trip to the pet store, I must have tracked something nasty in on my shoes...obviously they are not using disinfectant, or this is one hell of a superbug virus. I had never seen a dog so freaking sick. As of my umpteenth phone call to the vet 10 minutes ago, he was standing on his own and eating solid food...and he can go home tonight.

What can I do? I desperately asked. My dry sense of humor vet, whom I adore, says "Nothing to do, but I could sell you some pills to help you feel better about it"... Funny man.

He then said I could bleach my shoes when coming back from the pet store if I felt the need to. But Doc walks in and out of that place no problem...sigh...I think I finally got a glimpse of what it is like for parents to have sick babies this weekend. Hubs says that at least now I know I can pull 20 hour shifts nursing....yeah, he is funny too. At least the cat did not get sick, she claws and is a demon when she is even slightly annoyed, I can't imagine her sick.

Consider bleaching your shoes. Or, if you want to avoid the vet bill, maybe living in a bubble. I, for one, am getting pet insurance on the first and I am over scoffing at the premiums.