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Anyone who knows me knows that I have a habit of changing things.  I do hope you all enjoy the blog’s new look.

Navigating, procrastinating, and moving forward again

    After adding the categories widget today,  I spent a few hours setting up categories in hopes of making it easier for everyone to navigate  my blog.

     I admit it.   I was procrastinating.    I knew I had to write a few bad guy chapters for my book, Doggoned Dead and I was feeling a bit overwhelmed.  I hadn’t had time to sit down and and write for a couple of weeks and was at a loss as to where to begin. 

     I decided the best thing to do was to drag out the print out I’d done a few weeks ago and reread it.  This is the same one I’d taken to Borders and had marked it up with highlighters. 

     Eureka!   By doing that I began to remember where I was when all hell broke loose here.  I  managed to pound out two pages of one chapter and do many of the corrections I’d marked in the manuscript. 

     (It also helped that  Dear Hubby was off visiting his mother and the pups were snoozing together on the couch.)

     I came up with an idea of another thing to do to my bad guy.  Thanks to mystery writing peer, Dave I even had the right vehicle to use.   The book is moving forward again.

Happy pups and a Red Tailed visitor

     It’s been nice to have a couple of days where I didn’t have to shuffle dogs.   I could tell Gavin and Patty were happy with it too.  They sure did miss being in direct contact with each other the last two weeks.  How could I tell?  They spent a great deal of time snuggled together on the couch today. 

     During one trip outside Gavin and I were visited by the neighborhood Red Tailed hawk.  The hawk chased a small bird into the next door neighbor’s maple tree and missed catching it.  Then he looked over, spotted us, ruffled his feathers, and settled down on the branch as if to say, “I meant to do that.”   It’s something I’ve seen cats do, but never a bird.    We watched him and he watched us.  I was wishing I had my camera.  

     The hawk looks well fed.   I hope that means  he’s taken advantage of our huge population of rabbits and squirrels.  We won’t miss them around here since our gardens are often overrun with the critters .  Mr. Red Tail wasn’t in any hurry to leave.  When I took Gavin in and brought Patty out, he was still on his perch.

Glorious sleep and other updates.

     Without the E-collar on, Gavin slept peacefully last night.  I finally slept in my own bed after spending the last 14 days downstairs on the couch or in my lounge chair so I could keep an eye/ear on him during the night.  Boy, did I sleep! 

      Dear Hubby’s mother seems to be doing well.  He goes over to the Rehab hospital every day and stays with her while she is doing her PT.    He says they have her walking on a strange contraption rather than the parallel bars, her shoulder pain is improving, and she gets stronger each day.

     Patty is so happy to have her brother’s company again that her tail didn’t stop wagging all day even when she was napping on the couch with her Daddy.    

     Things are slowly getting back to normal around here.

Stitches still but no more Buckethead

     Gavin was delighted to leave the vet’s office without them doing anything to him.  Our vet decided that although Gavin’s ear looked great, the stitches should remain in for another week.  He said that Gavin could go without his E-collar and could play with Patty under supervision.  As if they play any other way.

       Patty was tickled to get out of her crate at the same time that Gavin was out of his, and she made sure he got a thorough sniffing.   The two of them jumped up on Dear Hubby’s chair with him and snuggled there until DH complained his legs were numb. 

     Both dogs are now asleep in their crates and for the first time in two weeks Gavin is snoring, a good sign that he’s comfortable at last.  I’m sure the E-collar wasn’t very comfortable to sleep in.

When is an E-collar not an E-collar?

     When it is sitting in the back of the crate and isn’t on Gavin.  I went to take him out of his crate this morning and to my surprise he was sitting there with no E-collar on.  Sometime in the 3 hours when I slept last night, he managed to shred it off his neck.

Happily, Gavin hadn’t touched his ear, the stitches were intact.  I couldn’t duct tape that collar back into shape it was a lost cause.  I pulled out the other damaged collar, taped the crap out of it, and he’s wearing that one again.  I hope the new one gets here tomorrow. 

     If we’re real lucky the vet will remove the stitches on Tuesday, but I’m not holding my breath since he did warn us it could take as long as three weeks.

MIL and Buckethead

     Dear Hubby’s mom had a busy day today with her physical therapist and I was told she did pretty darned well.  DH was in to see her and said she’s looking good.

     Gavin is getting so used to backing into his crate with the E-collar on that it’s rather funny.  He’s almost destroyed the second E-collar banging about in his crate while arranging his bedding to his satisfaction.  Listening to that you’d think he was playing with a baseball bat in there.   There will soon be more duct tape than E-collar.  I’m anxiously waiting for the new E-collars to arrive–I hope they get here in time. 

     Patty would sure like him to play with her but the vet said keep him quiet and DO NOT allow them to play.  Our vet knows these two well enough to be certain that if they are allowed to play together he’ll be redoing stitches in no time.  

     I’m still running on naps and a few hours of sleep a night.  DH has been getting a good night’s sleep for the last several nights so at least one of us is well rested.

Fast forward to Rehab hospital

     When Dear Hubby talked to his Mom yesterday morning, she was paranoid and incoherent. During the night, they’d given her blood and she’d pulled out the IV.

     Today when he saw her, she was lucid and quite chipper. Much to our surprise, they moved her to the rehab hospital late this afternoon. It seems too soon to me especially after the condition she was in yesterday.

     We have no idea how long she’ll be in there but at least it’s very close to our house so DH won’t have to drive as much.

Mother-in-law and Buckethead’s update

     DH went to the hospital to see his mother today.  They had her sitting up in a chair already.  He said she had good color and seemed quite chipper.  She was alert but kept insisting that she was at our house yesterday.  It’s my belief that she probably dreamed it.  They have her on some pretty heavy pain killers and antibiotics.  It’s been difficult to keep track of her because it seems the hospital is playing musical rooms with the woman.  Every time DH calls or goes there she’s in a different room. 

      Gavin is recovering nicely.  He must’ve lost the strange veterinary hospital smell because Patty was sniffing around his crate today without a single hair on her back raised.  She even tried to get him to play and made an attempt to facilitate Gavin’s escape from his crate.  She was mouthing  the latch on the door trying to open it.  Poor pups, they can’t play together until after his stitches are removed and even then they will be strictly supervised for a while to make sure Patty leaves his ear alone.

For your amusement, pics of Gavin the Buckethead

Quick update

     Dear Hubby’s mom had surgery to repair her femur today.   So far things are going well.   As for any other injuries, I think they will tell us about them tomorrow.  Their biggest concern was her broken femur and getting her stabilized.

     DH and I are still running on very little sleep although he finally looks as though he might get a decent amount tonight.  His best friend is helping out with Mom’s dog  by taking him out and feeding him in the evening, so we now have one less trip to make over there a day.

     Gavin is on his second Elizabethan collar and that one is looking pretty ragged already.  I found a place online to order more  at a much lower price than what I paid the vet’s office for the two we have…er had.  His first one is destroyed–no amount of duct tape is going to hold that one together any more and we still have at least two weeks to go.

An even looooonger day

     I don’t think I’ll be posting for at least a few days.  Dear Hubby’s 81 year old mother took a terrible fall down her cellar steps.  Thank goodness he found her soon afterwards.  She’s in critical condition.  Now between hospital runs, runs to her house to take care of her Border Terrier, and one of us having to stay with Gavin (and Patty) to keep him from messing with his ear…well, life has gone from hectic to chaotic.   Is there such a thing as sleep?