Dog Days of Summer... a whole 'nother perspective

I have two sick dogs.

A new one we captured a week ago and a very old one.

Wednesday evening Mr Wrigley (13) awoke from a nap and at first I feared a stroke. Turns out he has an inner ear infection and the whole world is spinning- we could tell that by the way his eyes darted everywhere. Our friendly veterinarian Dr W- diagnosed it over the phone that night and recommended Meclazine (thanks Mae for supplying it at 10 o'clock at night) and said he'd see us in the morning.

The same day he got sick, Lil' Miss Reddie had trouble adjusting to the new diet and required extra walks. To make matters worse, one of the medication for inner-ear is steroids (which makes him very thirsty) and we have to take twice as many walks. For an old crippled dog- this is getting more and more difficult. Have you ever tried to walk a drunk home on 2 legs? Try 4! It ain't so easy and at first we did a lot of donuts cuz everything in his perspective is turning towards the right. UGH. That first night was awful, to say the least. I have never had more bugs bites or less sleep, even when we camped all the time.

Socially, Miss Reddie has very much attached herself to Wrigs, though- and he rests better with her nearby and she enjoys the companionship. Right after we got the shots- Byron (drove into work late so he could help us) suggested we take him to my parents house as they have a really nice paved kennel in their garden. That worked pretty well; Mom, Dad, Sandy-dawg, Reddie and I all played nursemaid. I set up the hammock (that friend, Lynette, gave us last year), next to the pen and we all enjoyed the breeze. All things work together for good, eh?

Last night- both dogs slept comfortably and I slept like the dead! This morning- they are both laying in our front yard enjoying the cool. Tabby Tom loves to keep them company and frequently noses each one of them, just as if to say "I'm glad you're home in my garden".

Later this morning, I'll go and check on Mae (I rearranged her apartment this week) and make sure she's still satisfied. I'll probably have to drag the hammock home- so I can relax outside with the dogs and the bullfrogs in the salt-pot on my patio. But- Dad will have to drive over and check on us... He serves the best lemonade to his garden guests... and he spikes it, too! YUM!