As I opened my eyes to greet the bright (already too bright too early) new day, I knew there was lots to be done, but what fun awaited … no idea.
Pebbles creeped up the bed to get that good morning scratch (a reward for staying ON the bed the whole night rather than visiting the litter box or trash can). And then the routine begins – along with the whining from below, they were awake too. First things first, throw on a robe and wearily head downstairs. At the sounds of me on the steps, the whining stopped and the thuds began. Quick, quick – waggin’ tails against crate walls.
Out, breakfast, out. Then it’s time to feed the momma and kittens and the momma and puppies upstairs (more on them later). This is where it all started to go wrong. As nursing mothers, they need the nutrients in canned food – so they get a lot of it. Unfortunately, my can opener is downstairs, so I do all before I get back up. We’ll back up a little – two nights ago – naughty Abbi pushed her way through the wedged door and caused quite a load of destruction in the kitchen, including spreading the trash around beautifully as morning gift for me – pretty sure she had much more fun than I did. Anyways, all those open cans leave a lot of sharp, jagged lids – of which I had missed cleaning up one. So this morning while opening yet another can, slice and sting! Blood was oozing quickly from my big toe – ouch!!! I didn’t have time for this.
Stop everything before my blood gets everywhere and in everything – wait a WHOLE 15 mins on the couch for the freaking thing to stop its unnecessary and bothersome bleeding.
15 mins behind schedule. Hmphffff
What shall I wear? OO, what’s this? My closet poles have fallen of f the wall and all my clothes are piled together and getting wrinkled!! AHHH!!! I threw on a wrinkless dress – YAY! Nothing I hate more than ironing.
Don’t you hate technology? I spent the rest of the morning checking email ON my phone – only to frighten the begeezies out of me for the day. Last week, I got a new foster, Boone (more on him later too). Well, he was transported with another dog – who has a snotty nose and then last night had a few tremors. These are classic symptoms of distemper – something relatively uncommon in the basic dog world but unfortunately not in the foster wold. It’s also something very lethal to those infected and very contagious – airborne contaminants which can ONLY be killed by bleach!
So, a million emails later and six hours later – the vet cleared the dog of distemper (course, it could still be that). But whew! I think I breathed for the first time since before I cut my toe (which, I hadn’t noticed was throbbing and swollen by this time.)
Surely, dinner with my best friend would make the sorrows go away, the frights, the disgust that I very nearly exposed my own four AND too many fosters to such a deadly disease.
Dinner was fantastic. We talked for close to 2 hours.
When I got home, I saw a dog playing close to my back gate and got prepared to save him! Surely my neighbors would love me – but woe is me – it was Pebbles!! The little booger. She must have dug herself out – UNDER the doggie proofing system (a steel garden border hammered into the ground and around my entire fence). So, she came, happy I was home and I let her in the garage with me and then inside. Went to the back to let in Abbi but instead found tormented chairs, my table flipped sideways, and the front gate banging in the wind. My heart skipped and I stopped breathing again.
“Dad, I think there may have been someone trying to break in!” “I’m on my way!” Love Daddies!!
We determined that Abbi was indeed the culprit and hammered and screwed the loose board (she had merely tossed it aside along with my broken hindge – lock still attached.)
So with that, I’m sitting here blogging and unfortunately venting – unfortunate because it’s been entirely too long since I have written a word on here and in all honesty, NOTHING but great things have been going on. Soon my friends, soon I will be posting a million cute kitten and puppy pictures that will make you oo and ahh rather than the pity you’re feeling for me now! 😉
In other news, hopefully DogFosterMom will do a Sunday Scoop on distemper and all it’s horrors soon so that everyone will know how important it is to VACCINATE your pets!! Don’t be stupid.
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