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Frito casserole is what was for dinner
- 3 cups Fritos corn chips
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 (19 ounce) can chili
- 1 cup grated cheddar or Mexican blend cheeses
Directions
This is what happens when you see a large display of Fritos, upon entering a store, when you haven’t been able to find Fritos other than in tiny bags for years.
Sleep is not overrated
When one lacks sleep due to outside influences one can and will become very cranky. AKA the bitch from hell.
Every time I dozed off, a dog, The Curmudgeon, or a noisy car right outside my window managed to wake me.
Needless to say I had a very long night.
Yay, a quiet day.
Gavin had a nice, quiet day.
G had plenty of brotherly help today so I wasn’t needed.
Other than some of his normal whining, The Curmudgeon wasn’t too much of a handful.
Chilly outside so neither dog was too anxious to go out every five minutes like on warm days.
Dinner was simple and tasty so no complaints there.
We had snow flurries arrive in the afternoon.
Another recovery day
This one is not only Gavin’s but I picked up G and brought her home from where she had her second knee surgery.
Once I got her home, her eldest son and her youngest brother took over her care.
Now my BFF has two fake knees. 😉 Six weeks until she’s allowed to drive again. She’s already wishing the time was over.
We’ll celebrate when the doctor releases her to back to normal living.
Day three of Gavin’s recovery
I’m happy to say the day went well. He’s staying quiet and cooperative. It’s a freaking miracle, he’s a Bull Terrier for heaven’s sake.
Had to leave The Curmudgeon in charge for a bit while I made my second run this week to the pharmacy for another of The Curmudgeon’s medications. Both dogs stayed out of trouble. Yay.
Day 2 of Gavin’s recovery…
He’s calm. Sleeping well and doing everything he should.
We have foregone the e-collar for the moment because he’s leaving everything alone. That may change as he heals more and the stitches begin to itch.
So far he is enjoying his pain medications and food, he wants food every minute of the day. He’s afraid we’ll not give him his breakfast again I guess.
Say ‘cookie’ and he’s on you like a shot. LOL
Today’s Tee shirt
Gavin looks like he’s been through a war…
We had a veterinary emergency run yesterday morning. Gavin had a small mass on his anus burst open and we had blood everywhere.
The Curmudgeon called the vet while I tried to stem the flow without success. Finally I grabbed an old pair of his undies and pulled them on Gavin pulling his tail through that convenient hole.
After some surgery there, while he was still out, our vet removed numerous skin tags and warts from his face, legs, and body since we don’t want him under anesthesia any more than necessary.
Gavin slept when he first got home then when he got up and poddied, he wanted his food. He demanded food. He screamed for food. Poor baby didn’t get breakfast and it was well past dinnertime.
I think he’ll survive now that he ate. We still have a bit of post anesthesia whining off and on, but by morning he should be fine.
Yesterday’s picture
I had to laugh when someone told me, after seeing his picture yesterday, that Gavin is overweight. Yes, the picture may look like it, but fact is, he’s not nearly as heavy as the picture makes him look.
Fact is, he’s at a healthy weight of 60 pounds. He’s five pounds lighter than he was in his youth. His age is 15 years. He runs, he bounces, he enjoys life.
His vet is not displeased with his weight.
pbbbbbbbt!
Poor tired old dog
We had a lovely, warm day today. It hit 72 degrees!
Now normally I’ll take the dogs out in the yard on retractable leashes because we have problems with crows and squirrels dropping things like chicken bones in our yard. With a leash on them I can haul them back from any bones they spot.
Since I’d done a walk through and clean up on most of the yard, I decided to let Gavin loose while I picked up branches and twigs from the front of the yard.
He moseyed all over the yard while I worked. He hasn’t done that in a while so when I was ready to go in he was too. Once inside he went directly to crate and passed out for a few hours. The loud snores coming from his crate the rest of the afternoon were a riot.
Oh crap, that means I actually have to clean…
We got a call from our life insurance agent and The Curmudgeon let HER make an appointment with us.
Crap, just what I need.
Someone who would not be happy with white dog hair on their pants from sitting on the couch that Lucy and I share. I’ll have to switch out the cover.
Someone who would look at the dust on everything and recoil in horror. I dust once in a while but it is not something that is at the top of my to do list. Not when I have so much other stuff to do around here.
Someone who will judge me on my housekeeping skills. Someone who has no idea what life as a wife/caregiver for an MS patient is like.
Sigh. You think I should hang this sign up?
And so it goes on…
Life was a bit easier here at casa Doggonedmysteries this day.
He woke and got up without a problem.
I think even the house breathed a sigh of relief. I know I was holding my breath waiting to see what this day would bring.
Yes, he drives me completely crazy, but when he’s down for the count, it’s worse.
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