Night Crawler
17-06-2008, 02:35 PM
Sigh.......Guess how Keiko celebrated Father's Day? Spending more money we don't have!!!! Grrrrrr......
So after we trot out to hubbys parents and visit his Dad for a bit, it occurs to me that I should go spend time with mine. We had stopped by for a quick one earlier but could not both stay as Larry will not spend any time there with good reason. Nothing to do with my parents, but my loser, junkie, leach of a brother that never left home...but that's another story. Anyway, when by earlier we had left Keiko to visit as I didn't want to leave her alone so soon after surgery as it would have meant putting the radar dish back on. We had planned the night before to see both Dad's and celebrate Larry's "father's day" by going to the park and feeding squirrels. It's one of his favourite things to do and I swear all the local schools know him on sight. Heck they might even have a church in his name! You should see how they come right up and crawl all over him.
Head shake, back to original story. So I leave him at his parents, head back to visit mine and pick up Keiko. Got the usual happy greeting, took her out on the lawn for pee. Nothing unusual appeared to happen, but then we are all standing in their driveway talking when I look down and notice a small spot of blood on the pavement. Oh, I think, her drain hole has been wiggled open again from vigorous wagging. But no, it's all closed up.
Okay then! We have one large and two small dogs out with us, so we each pick our own and start checking paws. Sure enough, it's Keiko. OF COURSE IT'S KEIKO! IT'S ALWAYS KEIKO!
Don't know how, as she was on a leash, on a well kept lawn with no spear grass, and gave zero indication of an owie, but she tore some scar tissue on her back left paw. We've only made one lousy payment on her surgery bill and she gives her Dad another bill for Father's Day? Due to debt and now the outrageous gas prices, our cash flow is zero these days. I can't reach Larry on phone to see if he had enough cash for bandages until vet opens in the morning. Can't reach him. He and his Dad are busy babbling with out-of-province relatives. I give-up, and go to grab my keys - the plan is to get hubby, go home and look for something to bandange toes. But I had asked Dad to get something out of the car earlier and he still has the keys. Now, guess where he disappeared to while I was trying to make a phone call? The can of course, complete with my keys in his pocket! :blink:
As Keiko's foot was bleeding quite profusely now, I was afraid it was something serious and am anxious to leave. Then of course there's trying to convince Mom and Dad that I haven't left them somewhere and they are in the can with Dad, in his damned jeans! I got tired of shouting through the door and sent Mom hobbling in on her crutches to get them. (She's disabled.) Finally got them, grabbed husband, went home and found a roll of gauze. Taped her up and this morning we went back to the vet. Turns out the actual hole was tiny, it just hit a tiny vein. He closed with some kind of chemical stick and properly bandaged her foot. Which, by the way, stayed on for whole three hours and only because she was sleeping.
Okay, they were nice and gave us a reduced visit rate and put it on our tab, but now it's back up to almost $1100! She ALWAYS does this. Spends money months before we've earned it. Bloody dog has gold running through her veins. Grrrr......
:uhno: :uhno:
Oh, and did I mention that some turn on my "support site" put me in tears because I was offended by something he wrote and had the nerve to say it. Am quitting the site now. Most folks there seem to be great but it only takes on to ruin the party. I am NOT having a good day!
So after we trot out to hubbys parents and visit his Dad for a bit, it occurs to me that I should go spend time with mine. We had stopped by for a quick one earlier but could not both stay as Larry will not spend any time there with good reason. Nothing to do with my parents, but my loser, junkie, leach of a brother that never left home...but that's another story. Anyway, when by earlier we had left Keiko to visit as I didn't want to leave her alone so soon after surgery as it would have meant putting the radar dish back on. We had planned the night before to see both Dad's and celebrate Larry's "father's day" by going to the park and feeding squirrels. It's one of his favourite things to do and I swear all the local schools know him on sight. Heck they might even have a church in his name! You should see how they come right up and crawl all over him.
Head shake, back to original story. So I leave him at his parents, head back to visit mine and pick up Keiko. Got the usual happy greeting, took her out on the lawn for pee. Nothing unusual appeared to happen, but then we are all standing in their driveway talking when I look down and notice a small spot of blood on the pavement. Oh, I think, her drain hole has been wiggled open again from vigorous wagging. But no, it's all closed up.
Okay then! We have one large and two small dogs out with us, so we each pick our own and start checking paws. Sure enough, it's Keiko. OF COURSE IT'S KEIKO! IT'S ALWAYS KEIKO!
Don't know how, as she was on a leash, on a well kept lawn with no spear grass, and gave zero indication of an owie, but she tore some scar tissue on her back left paw. We've only made one lousy payment on her surgery bill and she gives her Dad another bill for Father's Day? Due to debt and now the outrageous gas prices, our cash flow is zero these days. I can't reach Larry on phone to see if he had enough cash for bandages until vet opens in the morning. Can't reach him. He and his Dad are busy babbling with out-of-province relatives. I give-up, and go to grab my keys - the plan is to get hubby, go home and look for something to bandange toes. But I had asked Dad to get something out of the car earlier and he still has the keys. Now, guess where he disappeared to while I was trying to make a phone call? The can of course, complete with my keys in his pocket! :blink:
As Keiko's foot was bleeding quite profusely now, I was afraid it was something serious and am anxious to leave. Then of course there's trying to convince Mom and Dad that I haven't left them somewhere and they are in the can with Dad, in his damned jeans! I got tired of shouting through the door and sent Mom hobbling in on her crutches to get them. (She's disabled.) Finally got them, grabbed husband, went home and found a roll of gauze. Taped her up and this morning we went back to the vet. Turns out the actual hole was tiny, it just hit a tiny vein. He closed with some kind of chemical stick and properly bandaged her foot. Which, by the way, stayed on for whole three hours and only because she was sleeping.
Okay, they were nice and gave us a reduced visit rate and put it on our tab, but now it's back up to almost $1100! She ALWAYS does this. Spends money months before we've earned it. Bloody dog has gold running through her veins. Grrrr......
:uhno: :uhno:
Oh, and did I mention that some turn on my "support site" put me in tears because I was offended by something he wrote and had the nerve to say it. Am quitting the site now. Most folks there seem to be great but it only takes on to ruin the party. I am NOT having a good day!