Tuesday, December 13, 2016

So...naturally,

Today started off last night.

Oliver, bless his soul, ate some of Bug's chocolate candy.

So naturally, I was pretty sure he was going to die. He was fine for most of the evening and then I went to bed, bringing him with me because... I felt I should be near him in case he got sick or needed me.

Well, so came the ENTIRE crew of dogs. Beat me.  They all had to be there.

So naturally, I thought he was going to die because the OTHERS had to be right up on his butt. And very close to me. It's a sign, right? Dogs know?

This resulted in ME not having any room at all. Sucks. But what can you do? It's love. We were all going to be together in Oliver's time of need.

So naturally, I fell asleep and woke up in a jolt because Oliver was whining profusely and it sounded like he was going to die. It was pitiful. My heart was heavy. I surely did not want to lose my little feller. I sat myself up and propped my neck with some pillows and rubbed his belly. It seemed to calm him. I nodded off...and he would wake me up whining and I would rub his belly and well, you see the process. OVER AND OVER. ALL NIGHT LONG. THE ENTIRE NIGHT. I even looked at the clock ALL THE TIME.

So naturally, you can imagine that I got ZERO sleep. Add that to a kink in my neck and a pinched nerve leaving the entire right side numb. Oliver...still whining. Geesh. I was going to have to miss a day of work. I thought for sure if we got through the night, it would be OK.

I had to pee.

I scooted out from underneath the dog pile and hobbled to the bathroom. I did my duty and came back. Moose got up and moved to the end of the bed.

Well...

Underneath Moose was Oliver's toy. Oliver jumped up and grabbed it and was HEALED.

Little fucker.

All night. All night.

He is one obsessed dog.

So naturally, I do not know how to speak dog language. I am going to learn...Cliff Note version. I am still so pissed.

Naturally. 

I had to use my neck traction machine to unstuck my neck and was late for work.

Little fucker.

God bless him.


8 comments:

  1. Oh maaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... Bug should have been the one up with Oliver all night. She's the one that left the chocolates where he could get them.

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  2. Overall, the world is a better place when people care too much, IMO.

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    1. Very true, WSF. I guess nothing was really lost except sleep. LOL

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  3. It is amazing how the furbabbies know where their stuff is simply by smell. My CJ will dig and din on the covers because there is a chewy under there. And he will be waking by the couch, stop suddenly, and start whining and looking under the couch. I go under and pull out an almost chewed chewy.

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  4. You mean he whined all night for the effin' toy? You definitely need language lessons if you can't tell the "I'm dying" whine from the "moose is laying on my toy whine". Thanks for giving a damn, though.
    P.S. I'll bet Bug ate the chocolate and blamed the dog.

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  5. Momma Fargo:
    Late to the party here...sorry.
    You scared the bejeesus outta me with the Oliver story, but SO glad to see he's pulled through it fine.
    Pets, huh?
    Can't live with 'em some days, and can't live without 'em.

    Roll safe down there, Kiddo.

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