$342.00 later, Scoop was indeed under the weather. Ear infection most certainly and, at least for the day, a sore front right let–so much so that he couldn’t walk well, stopped eating, etc. So, into the vet where they x-rayed him and found…..nothing. In fact, a little bit of soft tissue swelling, but nothing more than that. Here’s the fun part–he’s not limping much today. Still, I’ve been told to keep him off walks for a week and so today I went without him. It was….odd. Rest assured, he wasn’t happy. He followed me all the way through getting my walking clothes and shoes on, downstairs and out to the laundry room door and to the garage door where I bade him goodbye. He was miffed.
Meanwhile, his nightly intestinal issue occurred again last night after taking the previous night off. But don’t worry, Peanut chose that night to wake me up at 1:15 saying that her rat was keeping her awake. I put her back to bed and said, “don’t listen to the rat, OK?” She didn’t. And yes, she does have a pet rat. I don’t know what I was thinking.
In any event, Scoop was up last night at midnight, 2:15 and 5:00 A.M. I’m stupid, I know. I’m prepared tonight. I’ve pulled the sofa bed out downstairs and if he begins again his need to go outside, I will simply come down with him and leave his doggy door open whilst I sleep next to it on the sofa bed. That way, I can rest comfortably knowing that if ne’er-do-wells wish to take advantage of Scoop’s intestinal misfortunes-I’ll be right at the door and hear all. Oy. Oy….
Peanut is apparently amped about Halloween tomorrow and has been in bed for an hour and a half now but isn’t quite asleep yet. Her mom testified to this a few minutes ago. Oy again. Stuff drives me crazy. Someday, when she’s sleeping ’till noon, I’m going to go into her room every half hour and wake her up starting at 6:00 A.M. and if she complains, I will simply reply “payback…”
I’ve got a few writing projects I’m working on, but little more I can do tonight. I’ve done some requisite research and for one news piece, I await one more phone call from an interviewee. I could probably write the piece now, but it needs a third voice as I have two already. The third would round out the story pretty well.
Sigh. What else can I say? I am suffering from over-exhaustion, very little sleep and a real need for things to quiet down around here so I can get some rest. I’m not getting that, so I think I’ll toddle off to bed and try to manufacture it for myself.