Crisis Averted...for now.

Although our vet was an airhead, we were able to leave with Sadie and what seems to be a truckload of painkillers from the vet. Swollen eyed and all, we were fully prepared to go to the vet with two beagles, and return home with just one.

We gave the symptoms to the vet, and she didn't say anything while examining Sadie. The vet was convinced we were lying (no screaming beagle as she poked and prodded at Sadie) and that she had just maybe swallowed something she shouldn't have....until they asked us to pick her up from the exam table and set her on the ground. Her yelps frightened everyone, they are blood curdling and can induce high blood pressure at yelp one. Suddenly the vet was more concerned. They did an abdominal tap and when no fluid or blood came out, she got another vet to offer a second opinion.
We don't agree with the verdict, but they decided she has some injury to her neck/spine and it would heal on it's own. "She must have fallen." There is nothing to fall from at our house, but oh well. Their best opinion- stock our hands full of muscle relaxers, painkillers, and steroids and see if this works. On the way home, we did decide that if she is as sick as we believe she is, at least she'll be comfortable over the next two weeks.

Tonight when I got home, she is much more animated than this morning and was wagging her tail... we can't really put much weight on her actions at the moment due to the medicine. Hell, I'd be running up and down the street with the amount of good stuff she's on. It's a new two week wait (both with Sadie and with baby) so this should be exhausting and all time consuming.

A different kind of wait....

Sadie is not good. She is shaking and panting. Her pacing around the house is one of the many tell tale signs she is in some serious pain. Around 4 last night, she was yelping in pain every couple of minutes and I ended up sleeping on the floor next to her thinking it was close. I can't bear to take her into a vet, because I know she will be so scared....and I know they will want to do testing and then treatment on a disease I am 100% sure she has, prolonging her pain. For those who know me, I am a dog person, and my love for my dogs goes on forever....and I can't bear to see her go through that. I've tried to contact a few vets that do house calls, but I have yet to get a call back. Ashley is leaving it up to me to decide what o do, but I just can't make the decision on my own. She is my baby...and just looking at her is making me sob uncontrollably.

The Cat...

I've introduced the dogs...it's about time you meet the crazy of the house. Her name is Pita. Which stands for Pain In the Ass. We got her at 5 years old from Craigslist, as we wanted an older established cat to break us into the cat world. She was previously named Pita, and well that should have been a clue, but we didn't know what we were doing...we were cat virgins.

She came declawed...so no outside time, I don't know that I could do an outside/inside animal with all the stuff that attaches to fur (GROSS!) I'm pretty sure she wants to be an outside animal, she crys at the window or at the slider when the dogs are outside. Bustah avoids her like a plague. He will sit still when she walks by, so at to pretend he's not there and maybe she won't touch him.Her first week, she peed on our expensive bedding as a way to say "I don't do litter boxes with doors on them, thank you for making me hold it for so long." Sadie was eating Pita's poop out of the tray litter box like it was a Cracker Jacks container with treats inside, which is why we invested in one with a door.

She went from only being on the third floor hiding behind the couch, to the second floor never leaving our bed, and now she rules the first floor and our only white hair magnet piece of furniture. Its only taken her 6 months to take over the house.

Her favorite past time is talking constantly. Again, this is all practice, right? Trying to figure out what something could be crying about at 5 in the morning... I'm just now learning the art of cat cry. It means get off of my chair, feed me, pay attention to me, open the window, wipe the drool off my face, and pet me. Yes, she drools... alot. Especially when you pet her face, I think she likes that.

Everytime someone comes over, I offer them a parting gift, a crying Pita . So far, no ones a taker, so I guess we're cat people.

In other news...

Sadie - the neurotic beaglette is going down hill fast. Her health has always been sketchy as we got her from a bad shelter situation. Lumps appear and disappear under her skin all of the time and she has some trouble holding "it" so to speak. This past week she started out getting dazed and unable to figure out how to get on the couch (her normal spot)....then she yelped when we touched her at all...and started giving us that pained look seen below. We were pretty sure this last weekend was it for her. It all happened so quickly and we spent much of this weekend babying her with love, giving her soft smelly dog food, and staying on the floor with her. Before we could get her into the vet, she started slowly improving Monday morning...wagging her tail and actually eating her dry food. Tuesday was better, Wednesday even more, but today is not so good. She's got that head down, don't touch me thing going on. The vet scares the poop out of her, and stressing her out just doesn't seem right at the moment. It's a hurry up and wait thing...we're just hoping for the best right now.

The Pups...

Our first child, Bustah, has been with us from the beginning. Ash and I got him a month into our relationship (hell, we weren't even living together then) and he has, on his own, prompted our living together, buying a house, and buying a second dog. That pup is spoiled.

We've raised him in the hopes that he will turn out to be the perfect companion for our first born child. We pull on his tail and his ears, grab his tongue and poke at his face to ready him for his next adventure. He's just a good kid....



Sadie was our gift to Bustah. She came from a Beagle rescue and unknowingly looked exactly like him. Skinny, paranoid and everything annoying...she has made us love her like no other.

She will likely be the one to run screaming at the first hint of a baby cry and revel in the bits of manna that fall from the sky on the kitchen floor.


Because these are the kids for the moment, I thought it appropriate to introduce them...

and just to add an antidote in for kicks...

Today Bustah treated me to a little practice for baby.... I had to wipe down his tail and butt after noticing a little leftover from his visit outside. Yuck.