It’s been about three months since Charles became frankenpuppy. After seeing him suffer so much after surgery I wasn’t at all sure that I’d made the right decision. However, I’m happy to report that he is doing GREAT. His bile acid (the bad things) are going down and he is (from a medical standpoint) slowly improving. From my standpoint he’s a whole new dog.
In July he could only walk a few blocks before pooping out, now he’s racing around with Christian and I on our runs. He’s eating more, he’s running more, he’s humping more — he’s acting like a whole new dog! And, I couldn’t be happier!
The only down sides we’ve noticed are his lack of snuggling and a new tendency stink up the room — at least his dog farts give us (mainly me) something to laugh about.
:: to cry in the middle of the grocery store
:: to eat potato chips for dinner
:: to not floss my teeth for a week
:: to lose track of how much wine I had while laughing with friends
:: to miss church once in a while to sleep in
:: to go to bed as late as I want
:: to go to bed early
:: to splurge on new panties because I want them
:: to say no
:: to to have an opinion
:: to watch re-runs on TV for an entire night
:: to forgive myself for the things I cannot change
:: to be grumpy once in a while
:: to feel out of control when things go the opposite of right
:: to shut my door and be alone
:: to laugh when the dog farts
:: to snore when I’m sick
:: to not feel good when the “lady friend” is visiting
:: to return presents I don’t like
:: to wear sweatpants every night after work
:: to take naps during football games
:: to have an obsession with washing my hair
:: to like things simple
:: to stay home when everyone else is going out
:: to cheat on days when I’m trying to be healthy
:: to want the girly things I swore I’d never want
:: to change from what I thought I would want
:: to change from what I thought I’d be
:: to change from what you want
:: to change from what you thought I’d be
:: to not be perfect
It’s a Friday night. I’m sitting on the couch surrounded by 5 dogs. And, one of them is farting, terribly. I think I may be assfixiating right now, as we speak. I once read a “Would you rather” card involving “farting blue smoke”… farting blue smoke would come in handy right now in identifying the culprit. But, alas, no such luck.
I’m going to stop now. Before I admit to any other pathetic Friday night plans. And, I have to go pick up a friend at the airport. So… try not to be jealous. My evening consisted of dog farts and airport trips. Wow, I just need to calm down.