Posts Tagged ‘dog’

Fall is Here – Part 3

November 1, 2009

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These are the signs of Fall in Phoenix, Arizona:  The dog is lounging on the sun-mutilated swing… and her tongue is not hanging out of her mouth.  Trixie’s enjoying the sunshine with her eyes closed and happy doggy dreams floating through her head.  It’s obviously below 110 degrees.  Fall has arrived.

Sign number two:  I had to put on LONG pants…. with my new hot pink bling-bling leather flip flops.  Obviously another sign that Fall has descended upon us and wrapped its chilly tendrils around our legs.  Brrrr.  In the 70s today. 

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We resorted to turning on the furnace two days ago.  It was only 45 degrees outside and 61 in the house.  I called my husband and asked him to bring home a pumpkin latte for me from Starbucks.  I told him I was freezing and needed a warm drink… and I LOVE that Fall brings pumpkin lattes to the drive-thru window menu.  Rick told me to leave the heater off and put on a sweatshirt.  Whatever.  I already had 2 shirts and a sweatshirt on… jeans, socks and slippers.  My nose was cold.  I needed a pumpkin latte because it’s FALL!  We compromised.  He brought the pumpkin delicacy to me and I didn’t turn the heater on until bedtime.  Fall has officially arrived.

Campbell’s Soup Cures Back Pain

July 14, 2009

It’s true.  I found out today at the chiropractor!  Factual Information, I’m telling you.  It doesn’t even matter what flavor your choose.  It can be cream of mushroom, split pea or tomato.  Your choice.  You simply lie down flat on your back on the floor.  Put any Campbell’s soup can under the curve of your neck and tip your head back until it touches the ground.  Stay in this position for 20 minutes per day and VOILA!  your back pain will be cured.  My understanding is that the can puts your neck in the proper traction position and it pulls your spine in line.  (rhymey bimey!)  I started today.  I thought it was one of those wive’s tales… maybe it is?  But after 15 minutes, it really started to put pressure on my neck.  Weird, I know.  I’ll let you know if I’m cured of back pain in the next few months.  Here’s my other tidbit of advice… put the dog outside before you lie on the carpet.

Why, oh why?

January 27, 2009

I am going to write a whiny blog today.  I don’t think I ever have profusely whined and complained on here.  But through my squinted eyes, as I look at the screen… the monitor light is hurting my head.  What’s up with that?  I felt perfectly fine this morning.  I taught History of the World to three high schoolers from 9 to noon.  I ate a healthy lunch and jumped in the car to take Larisa to piano lessons.  Immediately, I put on my sunglasses, as it is sunny Arizona with clear skies, albeit only 58* today.  Brrrr.  About four miles up the road I got hit between the eyes with a sinus/weirdo headache.  Why does it hurt behind my eyes?  Why as soon as I’m outside?  Am I allergic to the sun?  Almost nothing is in bloom right now in Phoenix.   I took sinus medicine ten minutes after it hit.  About an hour later I went to bed and slept for 1.5 hours. I’m ready to take more sinus medicine and it hasn’t been long enough between doses.  Where is my husband to rub my templesand apply cool rags to my head????  At a Coyotes hockey game, of course.  At this point, I’d lie face down on the Coyote’s ice for some pressure relief.  Keeve is the only one home…. I’ll see if I can bribe him into rubbing my temples.  This should prove interesting.

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That’s what I need!  A dog to lie on my face.  Where’s Trixie??? 

My Husband’s 1st and Only Attempt at giving Me Acupuncture

February 29, 2008

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Meet Trixie.  She’s our four-year-old Rat Terrier. One day I noticed Trixie was not eating and she was hunching her little back, so I took her to the vet.  Seems she was dehydrated, had an obstruction in her intestines and needed an IV.  We have an insurance plan for our dog so the “visit” was covered…. just not anything during the “visit”, like IV or X-rays…. but we have SAVED $1,498 since joining the scam plan.  The X-rays revealed… well, not much, but closing time was approaching so we were required to move Trixie to an Emergency Vet Clinic.

My husband, Rick, met his wife, kids and dog at the clinic, where we were all ushered into a room with the “car salesman award winner” canine technician.  She knew all the buzz words and was in her element.  “On a scale of 1 to 10,” she spit out while waving her hands by her ears, “just looking at your dog, THIS IS A TEN.  She needs surgery!  NOW!”  Talk about high pressure sales. 

Rick calmly replied, “How much does that cost?” 

“With the required overnight stay, anesthesia and surgery, ONLY $1,500 to $1,800 plus the extra cost for calling the Dr. and the anesthesiologist in after hours.” 

“Now, hold on.  What happens if she doesn’t get surgery?”  I thought it was a valid question.  The pet tech was aghast at the suggestion of questioning her analysis of the situation.  She flatly told us that it was mandatory.  Rick’s next question threw me a bit.  He commented on how much better the dog was now looking, then whispered out the side of his mouth so the kids couldn’t hear him, “How much to put the dog down?”  I knew he wouldn’t do it, but I also knew there would be no $1,500 + extras surgery.

I left at that point to take one of the kids to some sort of lesson or practice. We all arrived home that night… even Trixie.  Rick refused to leave the dog in their care and was sent home with IV bags to be administered every 8 hours.  I quickly did the calculations and realized Rick would be at work during a few of those times.  I HATE needles.  That was the worse part of childbearing, in my opinion…. the IV in the hand.  Still makes me shudder.  I looked at my husband and relayed that I would not be playing nursemaid to the dog… especially if needles were involved… and I went to bed. 

Later Rick came and kindly asked me to at least hold the dog so he could give her the bag of fluid.  All went well…. the dog bed on the kitchen table with the docile animal lying still.  The needle was inserted… but the IV bag was just out of reach.  So as I’m holding the dog with the needle in her neck, Rick is balancing the IV tubes over my head while reaching for the bag of juice.  Whammo!  It happened so fast I couldn’t believe my own bloodshot eyes.  The needle came out of the dog and into the back of my hand… inches from my birthing IV entrance points.  I let go of the dog.  The needle fell to the floor, spraying liquid nutrition in short bursts on the tile, and I spoke clearly but quietly while holding my wound, “That’s it! I am going back to bed.”

I prayed that I wouldn’t get rabies, or scabies, or ringworm or fleas from the acupuncture treatment…. and I didn’t.  I’m still here to tell the story… but don’t ever ask me to help out with animal drug administrations!