And yet I’m still dealing with a dog with a bleeding tail.

Gentle readers:

Take this advice.  Do not cut your dog’s tail off.  It becomes a huge pain in your ass.

Anyways.

The hope of being stitch free last Friday was completely dashed pretty quickly.  I have been back to the vet almost every single day since the 15th.  First he kept bleeding through his bandage.  Then the vet wanted to see about taking the bandage off and letting it dry out.  That lasted about as long as it took him to walk back to the vet’s lobby.  Then it was right back to get a new bandage.

Then today we had to go back because he ripped out one stitch by whacking his tail on the kitchen counter.  Blood everywhere once again. :sigh:

We go back tomorrow with the hopes that maybe we can be stitch free on this Friday.  Please baby jesus.

Not only do I hope he is stitch free because I’m ready for it to be healed and hopefully move past this saga but my parents are supposed to come visit on Sunday.  Just a brief visit- overnight, but it will be my mom’s first time seeing the house.

Which means I need to clean this house.  I may have the cleanest walls in the Western world thanks to a bleeding tail but I’ve also had to spend 95% of my time sitting in bed with a dog this past week and a half and my house certainly looks like it.

Wish us luck tomorrow!

Thanks for all the well wishes and speedy recovery thoughts over the last day.

After spending the night at the vet, Bronco came home this morning.  We then had to go back about a half an hour later because the bandage had come off and blood was once again going everywhere.

But after we got home the second time things were much better.

For the most part he doesn’t act like his tail is bothering him.  Every once in awhile he will hit it and sort of jump so we are trying to keep him as calm as you can possibly keep a 3 year old lab who loves to run and jump and play.

Basically I’ve been sitting in the bed with him.  He’s always loved to lay in our bed and sleep so we let him.  He’s quiet and not doing any more damage so it works!

We had another brief bleeding incident as I was doing dishes (seriously, I turn my back for two minutes and he starts bleeding again) but it wasn’t too bad.

The stitches come out in ten days.  We just have to make it ten days.

I’m taking bets on how many times we’ll end up back at the vet to get cleaned up and re-bandaged in those ten days.

But for the most part- all is good.

I just got an email from Amy Winehouse telling me happy birthday.

No really.

Okay it was www.amywinehouse.com but still.

I had to laugh because it is the first of I’m sure the many random websites sending happy birthday emails.

Anyways, Amy (I can call her Amy- we’re tight) hopes that I get a cake and lots of presents.

See Amy, this is why we are such good friends- every one needs some cake on their birthday.

le sigh- that girl knows me so well.

Not a very good day.

Actually a bloody day.

Warning: if you have a weak stomach- you might want to skip this.

Bronco was coming through the door and the screen door clipped him on his tail.  He let out a little yelp but I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed that blood was being thrown all over my breakfast room.

That’s when I noticed that the blood was coming from his tail.  A lot of blood.  We aren’t talking a little knick here- the word profusely would be more appropriate.

I immediately grabbed a towel and tried to apply pressure.  Yea that wasn’t happening.  The well behaved dog that will listen when you tell him to sit was all but a distant memory.  He kept trying to lick his tail- all the while, still wagging it… throwing more blood around my house.

I called the vet as I ran back to my room to put a bra and shirt on.  The lady, very nonchalantly, told me I could bring him right in.  So I grabbed a bigger towel in hopes of not getting blood all over the car and vet’s office.

Yea that didn’t work either.

We got there (thankfully it is right down the street but it seemed like it was 30 miles away- kept feeling like I had passed it) and I tried to get him into the vet while holding his tail so he didn’t throw blood all over people sitting in the waiting room.

Yea that didn’t happen either.

I did stick my head in and asked people if they could go into the hallway because I knew if he saw people and other dogs then there would be even more of a mess on our hands.  Luckily they did it- actually now that I think about it, no one questioned why this strange disembodied head was asking them to move.  They just moved.  Hmmm, I might have to find a way to harness that power.  Of course I’m sure the fact that my face was all spattered with blood didn’t help.

Anyways, we got inside and the woman was still really calm until she looked up and saw me.  Then she goes “oh you’re the one with the tail.”

Yes as a matter of fact I am.

She called for someone to come up front and they immediately sedated him while I was holding him so that he wouldn’t injure himself further.  It was only then that I got a good look at his tail and oh my god it’s a good thing I’m not squeamish because that was downright vile.   You could see where the hair and skin had ripped away from the bone.  No wonder it was bleeding like a son of a bitch (okay that’s funny.  I didn’t even realize the funny until I had already posted this and proofread it).

It wasn’t until I was filling out the paperwork when I realized how badly my hands were shaking.  In the matter of about seven minutes I’d gone from “come on Bronco let’s go potty” to looking at the bloody bare bone of his tail as he was sedated.

Of course I then called my mom who didn’t answer.  She finally (finally- ha it was like four minutes later) called back and I just unloaded.  I just needed someone to talk to.  It helped immensely.

The dr. called a little while ago and said that they were going to take him into surgery and amputate about 1/4 of his tail so they can get it all clean and sutured up and bandaged.  They are going to keep him overnight and depending on how he’s doing we’ll pick him up tomorrow.

Now I just got to think of a way to keep a bandage on that tail.

And how to remove blood from the blinds.

:deep breath:

It’s an odd one I admit but I love the time before the clocks “fall back” an hour for Daylight Savings Time.

I love when it is dark in the morning.  I will usually get up early because I enjoy it that much.  I don’t know why.

I will get up and turn on a lamp (not those evil ceiling lights- I abhor ceiling lights, has to be a lamp) sink into a chair with a blanket and a book.  Ahhhhh, enjoyment at its finest.

Right now it is dark, raining, and the sun is just starting to come up.  The perfect time of day.

for this afternoon’s football game.

Ole Miss losing to South Carolina is a double edged sword.  On one hand, hahahaha they lost to South Carolina, what the hell were they doing ranked so high to begin with?

On the other hand- they are more than likely out for blood.  They have something to prove.  They need to win or else their chances at a bowl game lessen immensely.

The prayers of intercession to St. Bear Bryant will no doubt be at an all time high this season round about 3:30 this afternoon.

I know I’ll be one of them!

The feet have healed enough (meaning they’ve stopped bleeding each time fabric comes in contact with them) that I’m going to attempt to walk/jog/trot tomorrow.

After talking with the dude at the shoe store we determined that I’m screwed on fit.  Apparently it’s just the way I walk (put another mark in the “just has to do it differently than everyone else” category) which would explain why almost every shoe that isn’t a flip flop or hiking boot/high top has given me blisters.

So I’ve got an insert that will hopefully raise my foot up enough to get past that “break” and I’m going to try moleskin along with two pairs of socks of differing materials.

Hopefully, hopefully this will solve the problem.

Oh and the lab comes home tomorrow.  Yea!  Even though he won’t ever leave me the hell alone and is constantly attached to my hip- I’ve missed the little bugger.

I am a victim.

Actually it might not be that bad (I just looked up my error code and there might be hope- for now at least) but my ol’ trusty xbox is sounding like she’s on her last legs.  If you’ve ever heard how loud an xbox is, imagine it three times more so.  That’s what I’m dealing with.

She has served me well.  I will cry if she dies.

Especially if MrBunny tries to pull the “you have a PS3 and Wii, why do we need to replace the 360?” card.

That would be most unfortunate.

It can tell the future!!!!

crazy lady at turkey trot

I love it.

That’s what I’ll be doing on Nov. 21st.  The Turkey Trot.  So fun to say.  Turkey Trot.  I think MrBunny is going to bludgeon me if I don’t stop saying Turkey Trot.

Anyways- it’s the post’s 3 mile “fun run” and I just signed up this morning.  I asked MrBunny if he wanted to do it with me to which he promptly said “no but I’ll wait at the finish line for you”.  Then I started jogging around the house singing “Turkey Trot” and now he’s saying he’ll wait for me at home.

Talk about support!