"Good Morning" Must Be A Fairy Tale

I was a morning person until I had kids. There's something about not awakening under your own powers that is all kinds of wrong.

This morning was one of those particular days when I just wanted to go back to bed. Micah joined us a half hour before the alarm went off and used my belly as a bouncing board while he told elaborate stories with his hands. While this is pleasant in so many ways, at 6:30 in the morning I am incapable of appreciating it to it's fullest.

I'm actually pretty sure that was this morning. The day was so long that I can't be completely sure. And I'm not even kidding.

So once the morning got under way and the kids were nearly ready for school, I sat down at the computer to check email. At this point our nephew came in with a letter that was dropped from the mail yesterday and got rained on overnight in the driveway. It was a reminder for me to be in attendance at a meeting on Monday at my house. That's the government for you.

As I was trying to peel the wet envelope from the wet letter to see exactly what was so important from a government office, Josh said "one of the dogs pooped on the floor."

Of course it did. Because it's one of those mornings.

So I put the letter down and cleaned up the crap. Only it wasn't just doggie doo, it was more like blood with a little poo in it. This is not good. Not good at all. And as I was walking toward the trash I saw more blood spots here and there on the floor. Very large drops of it.

Commence tracking down the 5 house dogs and checking butts. I was hoping that maybe one of the girls were in heat that we didn't know about but this in itself would have been weird as they're either nursing or pregnant. Except Tinker the Boston. It wasn't her; it was, in fact, the corgi pup that managed to miraculously live two weekends ago.

After getting the kids on the bus, I called the vet and requested an appointment. Today. And of course I couldn't get in until this afternoon. But this gave me time to think, and observe. The puppy was eating, running, playing, and acting normally. AND he pooped quite normally the rest of the day. Huh, so he's not really sick. But one doesn't bleed that much when you poo for no reason so we headed to the vet at the appointed time.

After a check for worms (that was free and clear), a palpation of the abdomen and a check of the vital signs, it was determined that he suffered from indiscretionary ingestion.

The dumb dog ate something that made him sick.

He's on antibiotics just because they're a good thing to send home with a dog owner when nobody really knows what the heck is going on. If it happens again I'm to keep the bloody mess and take it and the dog back to the vet for a further head scratching session.

And while I was there waiting for test results to come back I made small talk with the people around me. Turns out one of them was looking for a male corgi. They may or may not be calling next week when she gets paid. That could very well be worth the vet bill that I incurred today for a dog that ate something it shouldn't have.

I got home from the vet and commenced to making supper, but midway through Micah tossed his cookies all over the living room floor. Well, not cookies so much as hot dogs and peaches. It was not pleasant. Neither was the smell.

I'm hoping that since he's barfed three times already that he'll decide he's done and sleep peacefully through the night. I'm also hoping that the queasy feeling in my stomach is the drainage from my cold.

I may or may not be delusional in my expectations.