I should have known ... OH Eddie!!!
I am not doing so well with emergency vet visits. The Ls were worried that I wouldn't bring Eddie back home and I had flash-backs of three weeks ago ... We had the same "fill-in-vet" who did Will's biopsy (which I am convinced triggered this fast progressing stage he was in). Needles to say I am not a big fan of hers. Nor is Eddie, he growled at her ... he has never growled at anybody that I know. It must be intuition. And then this woman has the atrocity to say "Oh wow, you got a new dog, that was quick."
I thought to myself: "well if you "Lady" wouldn't have poked my Willie and caused him unnecessary pain and irritation maybe things would have gone differently."
I know there was nothing they could have done for Willie but maybe we would have had a little more time with him, just a few more days to hang with him, pet him, smell him and just look into his wonderful, loving eyes and hear the relieved sigh when he put his head on your lap. Just a few more days would have been nice! Because we all miss him so very much! But who knows, everything happens for a reason, right!
What is it with people making me feel like I am a cheating widow. We had hurting hearts, red eyes, an empty dog bed and food bowls. And there was Eddie next door in an empty room, locked away with nobody to care for him. For me that looks like a match-made-in heaven (probably by Willie himself!!!).
Yes, this is our new dog and we love him just like we did Willie. He makes us happy, and we make him feel loved. And we play with him, and we feed him (every day not every 4 days or so like before he came to us), and we bathe him, and snuggle him, and we take him to the vet when he needs care, and we take him for walks, and he goes to bed with my daughters, and he picks up L from school and jumps right onto her lap and she smiles like there is nothing better in this world. And when I go and sit at my Willie Tree and I can feel my eyes fill up with tears I turn around and this little, cute face, carrying a stuffed goose stares at me saying "want to play mommy?" and ... and ... and ...
So yes we got a new dog really fast and it was the best thing we could have ever done!!!
And now here we are with Mr. Edgar who is pooping rubber pieces right in front of the check-out desk at the vet's office after a howling rectal exam (I was not present for this occasion ... I got to wait in the front room).
Diagnosis .... slipper-indigestion. Apparently some dogs like to swallow everything they chew on and apparently our dog is one of those. I sure hope this poop felt good because I paid for it ... next time we'll give him prune juice instead.
He is all snuggled up on the couch, looking like he went through hell in that back-exam-room. He'll probably have nightmares about it for a few days. Poor little man, thank god he has no clue about what they are going to do to him next week ... schnipp-schnapp "bum-balls" up!!!
Well I am off to go and see what other wonderful surprises this day will bing, it can only get better from here!!!
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