This time I'm talking about Petey.
My poor doggie. Our poor doggie......if it ain't one thing, it's something else.
Finally Finally Finally, he's over his pneumonia. Finally.
Still.....let's start off the week.
We took the recovering Petey to Nana's house.....mostly because no one else would be there. Just 710, my mother and myself. He could relax....and he did. Clearly.
And he walks around there like he owns the place......which he kind of does.
And yes, he follows me into the bathroom. I'm ok with that.
....but the next morning........
And it fucking freaked me out. Completely. And not going to an off-site meeting was not an option. All I could do was clean up the mess, clean his nose, leave a note for the dog walker and go. And of course, I texted 710.
I came home at noon and there was some blood around the house, but nothing as brutal as the morning scene. Of course I worried it was his lungs since he was just post-pneumonia and figured none of this would end well.
710 came home early and got him to the vet. Wouldn't you know it was a major major ear infection and a ruptured ear drum?
He's back on meds and feeling good.
And I'm guessing Dr. Smith can now put his toddler children (I'm assuming he has them and they are small) through any Ivy League school of their choice, funded by Blobby, 710 & Petey. At the very least, he should name his children - all of his children - Petey, regardless of gender.
710 worked from home on Friday and loved loved loved having Petey by him in the office.
Oh yeah - and of course, Soph. She always gets out-shined by her special-needs brother.