Dogs, Diapers, and Markers

For those of you who don't know, we are in the process of sinking hundreds of dollars into our English Setter, Bella. I should clarify that when I say "we", I mean "Anthony". I do NOT condone the use of that much money on a dog with a limp. Give her some bute and get over it, I say. Ha, ha! "We" have already taken her to the vet once where they did a round of x-rays delivered with lots of fun sounding "necessary" operations. They mentioned doing surgery on her knee to explore the problem and try to find out what was wrong. Uh-huh. "We" took her back to the vet this morning much to the dismay and disapproval of "our" wife.

So Anthony brought Bella back (after an hour and a half visit with the vet) with a cast on her leg. He authorized ANOTHER x-ray and then the whole cast thing. The vet "thinks" she may have a chipped bone in her foot. Personally, I think this is all a load of crap. They have NO IDEA what they are doing. The second set of x-rays showed nothing more than the first set. So this cast thing is about three times the size of the lower half of Bella's back leg. And she is SOOOO depressed about it. She wouldn't do anything but lay around all day with this "woe is me" expression on her face. She somehow mustered up the enthusiasm to hobble under the table after dinner and pathetically lick the food Tessa dropped all over the floor. MMMMMMM Chicken tacos! I mean, COUGH! WHEEZE! I can hardly open my mouth and drag my tongue across the floor. Ungh! We let her out for dinner and a potty break just now and she is running around the yard barking at all the night sounds--you know, things like air and grass. That's all it takes, folks.

On a brighter note, Jack managed TWO blowouts today. But let's just be specific and say four. Because the first one happened while he was in his car seat so it effectively ruined his clothes AND the car seat cover. The second one happened in his exersaucer so it ruined that outfit AND the blanket we had stuffed around him for support. Outfit number three happens to be one I pulled directly from the drier. It was the victim of a blowout a few days ago. Ready to serve and protect again.

Tessa has given her naps the boot for the last few weeks. This has caused mini meltdowns to happen all afternoon. Like today, for instance. Tessa was sitting at the table coloring with her markers when one rolled onto the floor. She screamed and then got out the word marker before her brain shorted out. It sounded like "MAAAAAARRRRRRRRKEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!" and it was proclaimed in a mourning wail complete with her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut. Pure tragedy.