I've been worried about Ozzy. He's wasn't sleeping well, he was having a hard time breathing, seemed congested and wouldn't eat. I fixed him a place in the floor beside the couch, then I slept with one hand on him so I'd know if he started to get up and wander around.
Which he did. Often.
We couldn't get his pain pills in him (that they were as big as Yoda's head didn't help matters) so he was in pain and grumpy. When he would sleep, I'd close my eyes and almost drift off when Ma would come in there and wake me up to tell me, "This dawg's breathin' funny."
Well no shit. Thanks for letting me know.
When I went home for lunch yesterday, he was showing signs of spunkiness. He got up and wandered around the house, visited Ma for a second then decided he wanted to go outside.. right as I was due to come back to work. Sometime yesterday afternoon, he started sneezing and when he did, he must have dislodged a ginormous snot boogie because his nose stopped whistling and he ate like a pig.
Thank God.
Since he could now eat without getting choked, the Amazon was able to drug him by smearing a piece of toast with the crushed pill I'd mixed with some canned Mighty Dog earlier. That was around 8:30 last night. T.A. woke him up for his morning skin goo cleaning, but he went right back to sleep and when I left for work, he was still snoozin' like a drunken sailor.
I think he's gonna make it.
Between Ma, the cat getting fixed, N.Y. hitmen looking for my trashy big boobed cousin with the lazy eye and now Ozzy's ailments, I really need a weekend of staying in, lazing around without kinfolk drama or critter emergencies.
Please.
In the midst of all the chaos over the past week or so, I've been getting updates from Twitter on my phone. I only have updates sent to my phone from one, particular tweeter... Eddie Izzard.
Okay so, I'm a pathetic geektard. I admit it. I'm not ashamed. And I've got the limited text plan, so I can't be getting just ANYONE'S updates.
Anywho... if you're a fan, you might want to check out Eddie Izzard's Twitter Page. He's been running a series of marathons over the past like.. nine days or so and posting updates with pictures and meeting people along the way. It's been loads of fun (or I have no life and I'm easily entertained, not sure which actually) and he's raising money for Comic Relief.
And now, I'd better get my ample hind end in gear. Bossman is being a grumpass (hard to believe, right? That was sarcasm, in case you were wondering.) Ya'll have a great Friday.
We'll talk again soon.
Later Taters!
8 comments:
It's good to know that Ozzy is getting better. I hope you can get some sleep this weekend. Come here and take over the guest room - I promise not to bother you!
I am so glad that Ozzy is doing better. It is always such a relief to be able to see they are feeling better.
Good thin you posted the EI stuff last. I think I spent 5 minutes drooling over his picture. What IS it about that dude?
Go Ozzy! Get allaway better soon!
Glad to hear the poor pooch is doing better...here is to a long and prosperous nap fest :)
Don't feel bad, I love me some Eddie Izzard too!
And I'm so glad Ozzy is better! It's so sad when our 4-footed babies are sick, especially since they can't talk, they can only look at you with that "mommy, make it better!" look.
my dogs have been sneezing too...must be the weather ;) i'd give my only born right now to be able to meet the cast of frog pond holler live and in person. you've got a winner here girlfriend! (especially lazy one eyed big boobed cousin) i think i saw her twin up at the dollar store a minute ago.
Hope this weekend has given you the rest you needed so badly.
AND NO MORE DRAMA!!!
Finally cathing up on all the goings on. I have to say, life in the holler is never boring.
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