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7 August 2004
The past few days have been really bad for me...I've been unable to get Bo out of my mind. I had a horrible dream the other night... I was in the room when Bo was sent to the Bridge, and I had to keep watching it over and over. He fought it, and fought it hard. I still get nauseous thinking about it, and I don't know where the dream came from. All I know is that I thought of him at the beginning of this week, and asked him to let me know that he was still okay. Suddenly I'm weeping at the sight of his muzzle hanging on the wall and dreaming about him thrashing on the vet office floor.
I still have moments where I can almost convince myself that it was all just a dream or some kind of horrible mistake, and he's going to be out in the yard when I open the door. Or that the vet will call and say that he's been there all along, and could we please come pick him up?
Maybe it's related to my anxiety about Liz. I worry so much about her. Every time she has trouble getting up off the floor or stumbles while she's walking my heart stops. Every morning when we get up and she takes an extra few minutes to snooze it's all I can do not to run over there and scoop her up just to make sure she's still breathing.
I love my dogs, and I wouldn't take back one moment I've had with them...and Bo, if you're listening...I love you, Baby Bo Bo and I'm so sorry I wasn't with you at the vet's that day...I miss you incredibly, and would do anything to be able to kiss your nose and bury my face in the fur behind your ears.
What the dogs thought of Daddy going to California... 
4 August 2004
Oh my gosh, I love my dogs...especially when they resist the temptation to lay waste to my house.
I came home from work today to find that when Scott left for work, he forgot to put the babygate up in the bedroom door. Liz was safely downstairs, but Hunk, Jeany, and Profile were upstairs and had the run of the place...though I don't think they knew that. In fact, I'm not even sure that they knew Daddy was gone...Einstein Triplets they are not.
I opened the door at the top of the stairs to hear the whines and woos that I always hear when I return home, but those familiar noises were accompanied soon by dog toenails on the kitchen floor. Hmmm. Had my glorious hounds finally figured out that they are indeed tall enough to leap locked babygates in a single bound?
Nope.
I checked everything that could have looked like a toy...the TV remote was thankfully intact, all of my shoes were in one piece each...nothing was touched. Apparently the three musketeers had fallen asleep in the bedroom and Scott had just left for work. I'd be willing to bet that they didn't even wake up when he drove away.
Insert Big Sigh of Relief
I love my dogs...and I love them even more when they behave...because when they don't behave, check out the next post to see what happens...
2 August 2004
I love my dogs. I took Hunk with me to Petsmart on Saturday to get some food and the look on his face as he entered the door was priceless! It made me think of the commercials back at Christmas where the little girl takes her dog to Petsmart and says, "Look! It's all for you!" Hunk definitely walked into that store knowing it WAS all for him.
I'm concerned about his toes again, and we can't really afford another $600 at the vet just for them to go bad again. I'm thinking of the raw diet and trying to sell Scott on the idea. That's the only thing that makes sense to me...that he has a raging allergy to grain and every time we feed him the kibble it gets worse. I just want to be able to snap my fingers, blink my eyes or wiggle my nose and have it all go away, but I can't. He's gaining weight again because he doesn't want to run...and if my toes looked like his, I wouldn't want to either.
Liz is doing okay for fourteen. She still scampers around the yard and plays upstairs on the carpet, but it hurts my heart to see her walk on hard surfaces or get up off the floor and wobble. She's a tough old thing though...and she still has a sparkle in those cloudy eyes that can make me cry with happiness.
Jeany and Profile are the same...Profile seems to have recovered nicely from his run in with the Evil Balloons, and all four are happy as clams that their daddy is home from California...and so is their mommy. :)
Now onward and upward toward festvial season!!!
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