How Much??!!

For the past two mornings I've showed up for work visibly covered in white dog fur.  That's what I get for wearing black, and for wallowing around on the floor at the animal hospital with Gracie.  This morning when I stopped in to see how she was doing, the tech said, 'do you want to spend some time with her?'

Of course I did.

Gracie showed me her leg where they shaved it for surgery and I teased and told her she had a poodle leg.

Then she told me she was ready to go home.

'Not yet' I said.  She was sad.

Later this afternoon she was released and I stopped to pay the bill and to bring her home.

HOW MUCH??!!  

Okay, so the plans we had for a weekend getaway to celebrate our birthdays next weekend are off. 

 A) Who can afford it? 

B) Gracie won't be ready to be left at the kennel 

But it's all good.  

Plans are made to be changed.

And there's a reason for everything.

Dear Diary,


I'm glad to be home.  Gracie.

Out of Surgery

Am I crazy?  I look at Gracie's new toy lying on the floor where she left it the other night when she was sick (trying to get me understand by prancing around with it in her mouth) 

and I'm letting it lay there because....????

Her place on the sofa is just as she left it;

...her pillows still remembering her soft warm face resting on them.

I stopped by on my way to work this morning to spend some time with her before her surgery today.

She was ecstatic to see me!  She cried and whimpered... then started looking for her Daddy.

 I think she believed she was going home.

So I explained to her that she needed to stay and that she was going to have surgery so that she would be all better.

As we went our separate ways, I could hear her nails slide across the floor as the worker pulled her in the opposite direction of where she 

wanted to go> HOME WiTH ME 

AFTERNOON UPDATE:

Gracie is out of surgery & doing well.  There were 15 smaller stones and 2 larger ones, obviously the culprits in the blockage.  Antibiotics were given to her intravenously since she was not cooperating otherwise.  That's my Gracie.  

Gracie's Surgery

  
No barking at passersby.  No begging for food.  No being underfoot or pawing my face at 6AM. No hogging the bed or snoring.  No demanding attention and jumping on guests.  No pleading for walks or dragging dog food through the house.


~only silence~

Dear Diary,


It happened right after I went for my walk yesterday.  I had this urge to pee and I needed to go right back outside.  Mom said I was just trying her patience and that I'd already peed a zillion times on our walk.  But she left me go out anyway.  


When I first went - I thought, huh!  Maybe mom was right.  Maybe I don't have to go after all.  But then when I went back inside I had that feeling again.  After about an hour of hearing her and dad complaining about who was going to take me out next, they decided to give me the silent treatment.  So I paced and I pawed and I finally plopped down in front of them and pleaded, 'p-l-e-a-s-e take me out!' But still, they ignored me.  


Now I may look a little scruffy right now (pre-grooming) but I still have my standards for good hygiene and I needed to go OUT!  


I thought for sure this would get there attention:  I went to my toy box and picked out my newest one - the one they love the most - and I started pacing with it in my mouth. 'Look!' I pleaded... 'I'm carrying you're favorite toy.  Now can I go out?'  Still, nothing.


  After a long night of pacing and faux-peeing on the floor while mom followed me around with a flashlight,  I started to be sick to my stomach.  That's when Mom started to cry.  After making some phone calls, she loaded me into the Buick, and here I am.  


I was supposed to have surgery today, but they must not have given me enough medicine because I tried to bite the doc.  I think I heard someone say they're going to try again tomorrow.  I'm so woozy right now...  I just need to get home to mom and dad.  I'll bet they're worried. Gracie.