Crusty Tattered And Torn

Simple, Soulful, Soothing

And Then We Went Back Sunday Night

Mother's instinct;

cannot explain it, but we

know what we know,

and I am not his mother but

 I knew Howie was just not right.

Although he was walking around 

and waggin' his tail and poopin' and peeing and 

eating and drinking,

this pooch had something wrong.

Sunday night around 9:30

he refused to get out of his bed,

and I was so afraid that if I went up to bed,

in the morning

he might not be with me any longer.

Sooooo

off again driving cross town to the emergency vet.

I opened the door saying

"we're back" to Angela at the desk.

This time he POOPED on  

the door stoop, not even making it into the 

room. A very crowded room of people

found this to be hilarious and of course

Howie was acting like all was well.

After hearing his story, Angela and

several other pet owners weighed in that he was 

just depressed and quite a few believed he 

was having "visions" of a returned ghost Justice....

I hesitated about a second and

even though there were two critical cases

ahead of me, we waited the 3 hours,

(now almost 1:00 am)

AND

the vet found that Howie had hurt his neck

and the behavior was due to pain that came and went.

When he got excited, car trips, vet trips etc

 his adrenalin activated and he pushed through the pain.

I recalled that he refused to use the doggie door

since Friday and the vet and I had an ahah! moment 

of he did not want to lower his neck!

Closer examination and BINGO

Lots and lots of $Benjamins$ later we came home

 and within a couple hours of meds he jumped on the couch

for the first time in three days,

and went into a deep dopey sleep.

I started weeping I was so relieved.

They advised I keep him off the stairs,

 and keep an eye on him,

since he would be "high"

so I slept (barely) on the couch.

This morning he is following me everywhere,

and very active in between pills.

I'm exhausted 

or the word of the weekend 

"pooped"

and now I have a stiff neck from couch.

Ghost Justice watches over him

and we'll both be sleeping the day away.

I am so grateful.

Saturday 2:00 A.M. Scare

Upon my return from the market 

early Friday afternoon Howie 

greeted me in his usual way jumping 

and twirling and begging for treats.

I had found some new organic Bakery brand 

treats and gave him two.

(sweet potato and carrots healthy crap ya know)

He and I then took naps and later in the 

day I noticed he was walking and acting funny.

It turned very hot here in lala land

and I thought he was panting and 

being lethargic because of the heat.

He slept for hours and then around 10pm

 he seemed to rally a bit and jumped 

on the couch with me. 

Hours later as he jumped down he whimpered 

and then he really began to act

completely out of character.

By 1:30 a.m. I knew I could not wait and loaded

him into the car for a run to the all night

emergency vet. 

I was weeping the whole way over thinking

I cannot do this again, not so soon after losing Justice.

how will I ever tell Hannah?

how will I ever afford more vet bills?

As we got out of the car he perked up a little

and was wagging his tail again.

The gal at the reception desk unlocked the door,

as they had been waiting for me, and Howie

charged into the room

WHERE HE PROCEEDED TO 

POOP

A GIGANTIC PILE OF POOP.

A PILE THE LIKES OF WHICH I HAVE
ONLY SEEN HORSES AND ELEPHANTS

DEPOSIT.

The gal looked at me, and then at the 

pile and said

"NOW THAT'S A HEALTHY POOP!"

As soon as he was finished 

he jumped all over the girls 

and explored the entire facility.

I meekly inquired...

"so he was just constipated?"

Howie and fiber have issues?

Bless those girls they did not charge me, 

and be grateful

I'm not sharing a photo.

I'm too old for this shit...

or Howie shit..

sigh