Toe Jam

Why is it that the weekends are never long enough? You have Saturday to recover from the week and the Sunday you just get started and Wham! It's over like a cheap date. We have been remodeling the house and that crap will be soon to follow, but I wanted to share my weekend recap. 

You have heard me speak of my worthless guard dogs. Well, the million dollar baby, Mille who is 13 and has cost me enough money to build a mansion did it again. This dog who wasn't supposed to live past five years old because she had a liver shunt. Fifteen hundred dollars at three months old, she was good as new. I was prepared. But people don't put their kids to sleep if they are sick, so I saved her ever loving life. She's had ever ailment in the world on top of being Marley's from the movies long lost twin and being so rambunctious and destructive. She chewed my shoes until she was 5 and a little love tap or two fixed that after she destroyed my favorite pair. So this weekend, why would it be any exception that another trip to the vet was necessary?

Thursday night the dog which can barely walk decided to take a cannonball launch off he porch and landed on the kid's skateboard and did the doggy splits. Duh wakes me up and says Mille is bleeding bad. So we go outside, doctor her up and find out she broke her toenail. No big deal right? Wrong! She broke it all the way back to her paw toe into the pad. So after two days of carrying around an 80 pound dog to eat, drink and do her business, which also resulted in my hoisting her onto a sheet on Friday night and dragging her threw the house, we took her Saturday to the vet. They ended up having to remove her toenail. She was a brave girl. Moma, well not so much. I left the room and then came back in to her foot all bandaged up and the vet tech cleaning up blood. I, needless to say, cried like an baby. We opened to door to go home thinking we were going to have to carry her out to the truck and the dog got up and looked like the road runner making a bee line for the door. Faker! 

So, $116 smacks later, with drugs and dog in hand we head home..oh, with our toenail.

Gross huh? Yep, but I thought I had to give you the full effect.

We came home and gave her a good brushing. She sheds like a monster beast and twice a year she gets her polar bear coat and it looks like another dog resides in our home. Our neighbors love us when a good wind blows.

She loves to be brushed

And some lamb farmer would be so jealous right now

look at all that fur

And here she is Sunday morning. Lying out in the construction zone

Added to her list of nicknames is club foot

I have taken this dog to the vet in the last three months for doggy hemorrhoids and now she lacks a toe nail. What's next a doggy root canal? I love her, she's my baby but it sure sucks to be 91 in dog years. Oh, and they told us she was slightly overweight. Really? You have seen her for 10 years, have told this for 10 years and let me see, does it look like she's gonna change her eating habits? We promptly went out and bought her a hamburger for being such a good girl. Diet schmiet!

Happy Monday,

Dusty