We’ve been through a few things with our 14 year old lab. When he was a pup, he had that hip dysplasia thing. (Don’t even ask how much it cost to have that operated on.) Now that he’s old, lumpy & senile, that hip isn’t doing so well.
The thing I find annoying is going back & forth. He’s bad. We might have to put him down. Nope. The treatments works. Wait. They didn’t. Oh, now they did.
If he’s bad enough, if he’s in pain, I won’t hesitate to do what needs to be done. The thing is, he keeps bouncing back and forth. And, of course, each bounce cost money.
Darling Daughter knows the time is coming soon but she isn’t ready. I do uh… well sort of say stuff that isn’t exactly helpful. Like how, if he does have to be put down, I hope it’s soon because then my house will be clean next week for when I’m expecting company. Then there was my complaining tonight when I walked into the kitchen barefoot and stepped into a river. I may have mentioned how I sure won’t be missing that. And let’s not even get into how, the house is covered with dog fur about 5 minutes after I clean it all.
I was in the kitchen later tonight when I heard talking and laughing. It wasn’t just normal laughing. No, this was laughter that comes from plotting an evil plan. Which is exactly what she was doing and then sharing with Frank.
“Mom, I figured out a way for Nicky to annoy you from beyond the grave. We’re going to get him cremated. Then, right after you clean, I’m going to sprinkle handfuls of his ashes around.”
There was a pause. Apparently she got another idea. “You have baggies in the house, right?” It seems she thinks she is going to start collecting his fur and distribute that around, as well.
I will tell ya, if the stupid dog has another accident in the car, he better start saying his prayers because he’s gonna be meeting his Maker. I’m still waiting for my car mechanic to let me know that the replacement seat buckle has come in. Yes, it was so bad that there was no cleaning it. I cut the damn thing out.
I understand now how you can say you never want another dog in the house. My sons dog ate the carpet in his bedroom. I’m pretty sure I can live dog free too.
Just to perk you up a bit….the forcast here for the next 7 days…rain, rain, no rain, rain, maybe no rain, rain. It usually comes your way.
My parents danced that dance with their dog over the past few years. She’d be on death’s door, then she’d recover. Sadly, the end came a month ago. I think it was a huge mix of relief and sadness for my parents.
Is it wrong that I think the same things you’re thinking, and my dog is only three? I love her, I really do, but I could also do without her. I’m with you on the shedding. The tumblefur is ridiculous!
I love my dog but now that my kids are grown up & I have more freedom, I’m thinking about how nice it would be to just pick up and go off overnight without worrying about a dog. Also thinking how nice it will be to NOT have dog fur in every single nook & cranny in the house, no more cleaning up dog poop, no more rivers of water in the kitchen, and the biggest issue of all – no more gargantuan vet bills. Don’t even ask how much I’ve spent on the last 3 weeks alone.