So bleddy tired.
I’ve had little sleep. I am not the type of girl who can go without…I get bloody cranky. Speaking of blood….
The “new dog” has slowed down on her bleeding. She has not slowed down on chasing the cats though….anyhoo. I think we might have a good result in our dilemma with her too. Fingers crossed. Her vet visit yesterday went pretty well.
Other bloody news…our sweet Ozzie had his bladder surgery yesterday. The good news: He is fine. Groggy…peeing blood, but fine. (he left me seven puddles of bloody pee throughout the house so far…Pain meds + booboo pen*s= accidents. thank you for tile floors!) Bless his little boxer head, he can’t help it.
The bad news: when the Dr. got into his bladder…his stones WERE GONE. He passed them over the weekend.
The surgery was wasted time, money and pain/suffering. What’cha gonna do? Nothing. Whine. Wine. Cry. Wine. And pee blood.
The vet wanted to keep him overnight…I just could not leave him there ALL ALONE all night. I preferred to clean up his puddles through the night instead. That is what any insane woman would choose.
Back to the vet this morning to take out his IV thingy and for a check…all is well. He will have staples for two more weeks.
I’ve had to wash three dog beds, cause he does not know when his lil’ thing is leaking…But he is still smiling with his silly sweet face.
Lucky for him, he does not mind me kissing him 100 times a day. Today, he’ll get 101.
He’ll get those 101 in between my washing/drying and steam mopping the house.
My thought for today: It never ends.
Tomorrow, I promise no whining from me.