It has been a "What the heck!?" kind of morning. It started by me being awakened by one of Andy's signature sneezes. These are not your ordinary, run of the mill sneezes. His are like shock bombs being detonated next to your ear. I shot up in bed, wondering if the world was ending. His, "sorry" doesn't cut it, either. I guess it could be worse. He could have eaten Mexican food yesterday.
So, I was WIDE awake and needed to start my day. I never know what to expect - or what I will see - when I crawl of bed and venture into the kitchen each morning. Some days I just want to turn around and crawl back into bed. Today was one of those mornings.
First of all, Andy was taking Rooney in for an eye exam. She has entropion, which is when the eyelids curl in and the end result is irritation from eyelashes. A simple operation can fix the problem, but in a dog with kidney dysplasia, there are no simple operations. She could go into kidney failure under anesthesia. So, we've been using drops to help ease the discomfort. (Imagine an eyelash in your eye - constantly.)
To make matters worse, she developed an allergic reaction to something - the eye drops, Florida - who knows. Anyway, he's taking her in for an expert's opinion. The office is a good distance away, so Rooney had to skip breakfast.
That always makes for a bit of drama as she follows me around, heaving sighs and throwing herself down in the middle of the kitchen floor. I guess she figures out of sight out of mind, and she has no intention of being forgotten.
Then, to my surprise, Fancy jumped up on the counter looking like One Eyed Joe. He had one eye completely shut. He let me examine it, and even put in a drop of saline, but I started to wonder how Andy would be able to handle both Rooney and Fancy at the vet's office...
The real surprise came when I looked up and saw three Ragdolls sitting on the counter, looking very guilty. I squinted my eyes (a mom thing) turned my head slightly and inquired, "Which one of you did this?" They just sat there in solidarity; innocently blinking.
Chance finally broke. He dropped his head and then looked at me sideways and said, "I did it. He's mean and acts like he's a big old thing around here. I gave him a good one." Hmmmmm
You know, life is hard enough. Why do we have to go around clocking each other - literally and figuratively.
I just scared the frack out of myself - for the millionth time - by setting off the Ssscat can. I don't know how much more my heart can take. It's like having a demon living here that jumps out and yells, "Gotcha!" However, it is a necessary evil and I must learn to buck up.
The reason I set it off was because I wanted to see if Copper had eaten all her crickets. What I witnessed was a standoff. There was one intrepid cricket left. Copper was staring it down, and the little bug was sitting perfectly still; not moving an antenna. I knew who would win, so I quietly walked away.
Well, not so quietly as to fool the sensor which set off the burst of air. Even when I know it's coming, it still gets me. It's like those horrid Jack-in-the-Box toys. God, I hate those. Stupid song then WHAM - up shoots a creepy clown. I mean, what is the point?? Come to think of it, why do parents delight in scaring their children with Peek-a-Boo and creepy toys? I need to Google that...
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Well, I am housebound again; waiting for the pool people to show up. Or not. My money's on "not." I mean, the weather has been perfect. They'll wait until it's raining then have an excuse to not show. In the meantime, the kitties are enjoying being outside. So far, I've heard no yowls, howls, screams or splashes. Keeping my fingers crossed.
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