Lucy

My dog Lucy is back from the hospital.  She likes to eat or tear up what she can find.  We've found nails, paper clips, stuffing from toy animals, and string in her mouth.  She ate something, probably some kind of fabric, and spent a couple of days vomiting and from both ends.  We took to the vet and left her at the hospital there.  They rehydrated her and she passed whatever was in her system.  Its a little crazy how much time you spend crying over a 10lb chihuahua mix, wondering if she's going to be ok.  We just got Lucy back about 3 hours ago, and she's got a couple of medications to fight off infection and some pain, but she's back to her old jumping off the walls self.  I've had pets before but for some reason, my gut was ripped out over a tiny little dog who dances around in excitement when I get home from work.

Dogs

My sister-in-law had one of her dogs die last week.  It was pretty sad.  He was a happy little pup.  I wasn't there when he "went."  He died in an animal hospital and sister was in the same kennel with him, so he didn't die alone.  But my sister-in-law didn't get to see him befrore he died.  It wasn't even my dog and it me pretty hard.  I guess I'm all soft and squishy because I've got all daughters and they cry over everything, and I've got two dogs who are needy little chihuahuas, or at least half chihuahua, cuz I won't have full blooded ones, and they get excited over everyon who comes in the door, and they're sleeping on the bed, while I blog, and tweet, and write down notes for story ideas, and watch TV, and read.  I guess what I'm saying is, I love my dogs.