Dora, the young dog, likes to chase things. Particularly ungulates. Bella, the older dog, does as well, but generally knows better at this point. She is more often content with fetch.
As you are likely aware, deer are in fact ungulates. There are lots of deer here. Thick as bunny rats in the wee field outside of our little “temporary quarters” cottage many times of the day.
An unrelated, but undeniably complicating factor; Dora also damn near refuses to go potty on leash.
Perhaps you can see my dilemma.
As chronicled in the previous several posts, we recently undertook two cross country road trips from Arizona to the Northwoods of Wisconsin. This, under the auspices of relocating… again. I do think this move is for the better. For what that is worth.
Anyway. We arrived Thursday afternoon, and as noted in the most recent update, discovered that Dora, (you remember Dora), had some issues. Thankfully one of the recommended veterinarians in town was able to see her the next day. The top recommended was not “accepting any new patients” as they were currently booked nearly a month out. I was quite satisfied with the vet experience though, and mine is a pretty high bar, having been set by an exceptional vet in Fairbanks years ago, but that is another story.
There are also ticks here, and the ruthless and accompanying Lyme disease. So, I was happy to get that attended to as well and both dogs are on the new vet’s recommended treatment, which is good, because the next day I found a tick on Dora. Of course.
So tonight, having just returned from the hospital (I will get to that part in a bit), I dropped the tail gate to let the dogs out of the truck, making sure that the Boy was not in their immediate trajectory. He says “Doda” and so I look around and poof, vanished. Must have been a deer. In fact, three just wandered into view as I write this. Scratch that, four. Thankfully, she returned not long after, but of course wet and slightly muddy from crashing headlong through the woods and nearby marsh. Probably should do another tick check.
So, trying to get the Boy fed, a bit late, and get the Dogs fed, including Dora’s meds. Having to stop the dogs mid-meal to make sure that the Boy got to do his part; he likes to help feed them, which really is great. Mid-meal, he noted that I did not request his help and started screaming “my, my, my”. Sigh.
Anyway, thankfully he went down easy and I was able to get the dogs all leashed up and take them out for nature. Almost immediately the neighbor’s dog started bark/yapping, which distracted the dogs and wholly precluded my intention, and I feared might wake the Boy. Also, when I left for the hospital (I will get to that part in a bit), we had no neighbors. Yap dog or otherwise. Sigh.
Speaking of the Boy, in the past week or so, his vocabulary has boomed (really want to make a list, including his unique pronunciation), as have his physical abilities… such as climbing. Also, though it likely has been building for days, Friday night he cut three teeth, two being molars, and I am pretty sure a second incisor is still trying. So that was fun. Also, that night, the Wife noted some painful cramping in her abdomen. Interwebs research tentatively ruled out appendicitis over the course of Saturday, but this morning, we were not so sure, as the pain seemed worse, and less crampy.
Enter the hospital.
Boy got me up at 5. The Wife emerged not much later with the unfortunate news. Finished making coffee. Tried to get some food in the Boy. Fed the dogs… with the Boy’s help of course. Loaded stuff and things and dogs and people into the truck and rolled on over to the ER. Thankfully it was pretty sleepy at 6:30 on Mother’s Day and one particular mother was admitted swiftly.
Initial diagnosis uncertain. Tests needed to be run. Fluids needed to be ingested. Scans needed to be analyzed. The Boy and I retreated, with dogs, back to the cottage. Breakfast and more coffee for me, try to run the dogs, try to keep the dogs from running (one in particular) while trying to keep the Boy from damaging himself on the aging playset. Wait for word from the ER.
Load Boy in stroller, go for a run. Learn that the patient is being moved to a hospital room to await further diagnosis. Not appendicitis, but something as yet undetermined wrong with right colon. Return to cottage. Throw ball for dogs to give them a run. Make lunch for the Boy. Wait for word from the Hospital. Load Boy in stroller and go for a walk. Return and put Boy down for a nap.
Participate in speaker phone conversation with the Doctor. Learn that there is more to learn, and that it is advised that the Wife spend at least tonight, and likely most of tomorrow in the hospital on antibiotics for monitoring. Wait for Boy to awake. Play with dogs more. Try to eat some lunch.
Post nap, get some food in the Boy. Load up stuff and things and dogs and people into the truck and roll on over to the Hospital. Walk into the main entrance, which is open, but dark and vacated. Walk through the eerie halls, looking for patient rooms. Boy thinks it is great, though is uncertain about the elevator. I sympathize. Finally find the right room. Boy want to pull all the cords and push all the lights and buttons (both of which are “buts”) and then wants to go “otside”. New friends arrive some time later with a sammich (for me) and a stuffed hodag (for the Boy) and a plant and a card (for the patient, who is on a liquid diet, hence no sammich) and a much appreciated willingness to entertain the Boy.
Visit with the Wife while eating, a bit more slowly than usual for today. Nothing left to do now but wait. Oh, and load up stuff and things and people and return with dogs to the cottage, after kissing the Wife goodnight, hating to leave her in the hospital, uncertain.
And then poof, vanished. Thankfully, all are now settled. “Doda” is messing with her skin problems, which I have not been able to medicate yet today. “Beba” (Bella) is zonked. “That Guy” (what the Boy calls himself) is sound asleep. The deer have multiplied into a small herd.
The first three days.
I have not gotten around to pondering the new outfit for this blog-thing. I have really been enjoying the local public radio station though. They have Saturday morning polka… Pardon the non sequitur(s), my brain is a bit scattered lately.