Okay, one of my personal hells: A garage sale. Last minute. In the rain.
This is a community-wide sale that we only found about Thursday so we didn’t put much effort into it. And since it was rainy we didn’t really have much to do anyways so I sat there and worked on business and blog stuff the whole time.
I did have a helper for a bit.
And a cuddler.
So it was raining and lightly storming again when it was bedtime. We put Maggie in her crate and went upstairs. Within minutes she was clawing madly at her crate again making all sorts of racket. We went down to check on her and her paws were already bloody. 🙁 We couldn’t leave her in there so we thought maybe if we put her in our room in a different crate it would be better. But first we had to bandage her paws. (I didn’t think when I bought the self-adhesive bandages I’d be using them on the dog first.) Then we put her in and tried to go to bed. Nope. She clawed like mad to get out of that crate, too. And knocked her bandages off. So we had to clean her up (again) and bandage her up (again, better this time) and figured the only way this was going to work was to just let her sleep with us. We figured we wouldn’t get any sleep because she moves constantly… and snores loudly. But amazingly the weather calmed right as we were getting back into bed and she layed down and didn’t move all night.
I wanted to read on the front porch. Guess who had to come sit on my lap?
So Tom was a little surprised to come down at 4:30 this morning (his normal wake up time) to find me on the couch. I had texted him what had happened of course but he never checks his phone right away. So I basically told him what happened and then went back up to sleep for a few hours.
So what we figured happened is she was still probably extremely freaked out from the lightning strike we had yesterday morning. Her crate is right next to the electronics cabinet. We weren’t in the room when the electronics died so we don’t know exactly what happened but the lightning strike was loud enough to scare all of us in the house so I can only imagine what may have happened right next to the electronics. And she hates when it’s simply sprinkling so can you imagine how she was handling a full-blown storm with the final lightning strike?!
Also, there are two latches to lock on her crate but we really only ever lock one because she doesn’t try to get out so there’s no need to lock both of them. But she hates the rain and it started raining last night plus the memory of the lightning strike… I’m sure she tried to push her way out and then got stuck. I still cringe thinking about what we might’ve been dealing with today if I had been asleep and didn’t hear her. 😞
I went to bed quite late after staying up to work (normal for me lately) so I was in bed and heard some weird screeching noise downstairs and thought it was a cat or something and ignored it. Then it happened again, louder. I couldn’t place what the noise was—it was really very strange and nothing I’d heard before—so I went to investigate. I thought maybe the raccoon was in the window and both cats were squawking. I turned on the living room light and HOLY F’ING SHITBALLS!!
Maggie’s head was sideways, squeezed halfway between the metal bars on the door and side of the crate, and she was drooling and wheezing and “screaming.” She probably couldn’t breathe. I’m guessing she tried to push her way out (why?!) and got stuck.
I opened the door and pulled her out and petted her and she seemed okay but just freaked out. She eventually let me hold her on my lap and after awhile I pulled her bed out (blood splatters—not sure if it was from her claws or teeth or what), wiped up the floor, and tried to put her back in. She went but she wasn’t happy. I went back up to bed and before I even got settled she was manically pawing at her crate again.
So I’m sleeping on the couch with her at 2:30am. 😣
I’m glad she’s okay, of course, as this could have ended very differently had I not heard her or gone to check.
But still. This was just the topper on a mostly shitty day.
I might be spoiling myself after innumerable hours of work this past month by sitting outside on the patio reading a real book—I can’t remember the last time I did this…and it’s heaven.
Unfortunately for both of us it’s time for me to get up and start working.
Owen said he wanted to read to Maggie so he thought she’d like “Dog Man.” 🙂
Holy shitballs. Charlie had a vet checkup today and…all is fine. The doc was originally skeptical when I said we were just doing a diet change to start…so was gobsmacked to come in with the news. She said to keep doing what we’re doing!!
How can this be comfortable?
The kids made a pillow pile then left it and of course Maggie co-opted it.
I came downstairs to see this. I have no idea what she was looking at.
I was taking pictures of Charlie in the sun…
When this happened. You see who came over, right? With that leg in my face?
And then this.
Oh Maggie. 🙂
Another day, another fight about trying to get some rest—she still wasn’t feeling 100% plus we were going to a friend’s house for dinner and I knew they’d be up late. When she finally stopped fighting and actually closed her eyes, she was OUT.
So this is happening. Charlie laid down with her butt in Maggie’s face and Maggie just rolled with it.
I brought up a bunch of old couch pillows to see if we should use them or get rid of them…and just left them there. Later I was looking for Maggie and she wasn’t in any of her usual spots. And then I found her.
Of course.
This is how she eats every night (well, sometimes she’s even more bent). Dogs are weird.
I must have been watching the movie more closely than I thought. I started with a cat next to me and ended with a dog and I had no idea they switched. 😂
There are different configurations but generally this is what happens as soon as I sit down.
Apparently it takes popcorn and a movie to get them cuddling today. (Owen hasn’t wanted to watch this—My Little Pony—said it was a girl movie. But he’s really into it.)
Traitor!
Well that didn’t take long.
Trying to edge in
