Out Like a Lamb
Spring has sprung. I can totally feel it. I love this time of year and the mild weather is so precious to New Orleans residents that I look forward to spending long hours outside starting with yardwork tomorrow and a crawfish boil on Saturday (apparently there will be a monkey-masked belly-dancer there!).
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The Baby must of known that I was worried yesterday because she was moving non-stop. I haven't graduated to feeling full fledged kicks but the bubbly feeling is much more frequent.
One crazy symptom of pregnancy that I have had from nearly the beginning is restless legs. My case falls under"uncomfortable jittery sensation" and "mildly irritating" and happens every once in a while when I stretch out on the couch. Fortunately I don't have them when I go to bed.
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Dog Update: I was sure that Bertha was dead the night before last. She hadn't eaten any food that our neighbor had left for her and we hadn't seen her. The Husband woke me up early yesterday morning to tell me that he had something for me to see outside. I knew immediately that it was Bertha and sure enough she was drinking out of a puddle in front of our house. I ran inside to get her some ham and she let me pet her for a bit. The gash still looked bad but she was doing a good job keeping it clean.
That evening when I got home from work, our next door neighbor helped me to collar her and with some effort I got her in the back seat of the car. Despite her injuries, she didn't snap at me and was a very good passenger (albeit a little muddy). I rang the night bell once again at the SPCA and Bertha could not get inside fast enough (strangest thing). I was pleased that the man on staff took an interest in her and sat down immediately and called her to him. I filled out the paperwork with her history and made sure to list that she was non-aggressive and a sweet dog. I asked that they give her a chance.
Even if Bertha has to be put down, I know that it's better to have the doctors at the SPCA do it than for her to get ill or maimed living on the street. My neighbor offered to share some of the guilt but I don't feel guilty. I'm angry that a good mannered dog has had to suffer because of its owners. I'll miss seeing her but I won't miss the worry.
The Baby must of known that I was worried yesterday because she was moving non-stop. I haven't graduated to feeling full fledged kicks but the bubbly feeling is much more frequent.
One crazy symptom of pregnancy that I have had from nearly the beginning is restless legs. My case falls under"uncomfortable jittery sensation" and "mildly irritating" and happens every once in a while when I stretch out on the couch. Fortunately I don't have them when I go to bed.
Dog Update: I was sure that Bertha was dead the night before last. She hadn't eaten any food that our neighbor had left for her and we hadn't seen her. The Husband woke me up early yesterday morning to tell me that he had something for me to see outside. I knew immediately that it was Bertha and sure enough she was drinking out of a puddle in front of our house. I ran inside to get her some ham and she let me pet her for a bit. The gash still looked bad but she was doing a good job keeping it clean.
That evening when I got home from work, our next door neighbor helped me to collar her and with some effort I got her in the back seat of the car. Despite her injuries, she didn't snap at me and was a very good passenger (albeit a little muddy). I rang the night bell once again at the SPCA and Bertha could not get inside fast enough (strangest thing). I was pleased that the man on staff took an interest in her and sat down immediately and called her to him. I filled out the paperwork with her history and made sure to list that she was non-aggressive and a sweet dog. I asked that they give her a chance.
Even if Bertha has to be put down, I know that it's better to have the doctors at the SPCA do it than for her to get ill or maimed living on the street. My neighbor offered to share some of the guilt but I don't feel guilty. I'm angry that a good mannered dog has had to suffer because of its owners. I'll miss seeing her but I won't miss the worry.
1 Comments:
I'm glad that you found Bertha.
On another note, crawfish sounds absolutely yummy. Can't have them anywhere but New Orleans. I'm jealous! :)
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