Loopy is Deserved Sometimes

Kylee is home. She was supposed to stay overnight but Mr. Morgan was pacing the house all morning mumbling “She can’t be alone in the dark…. She’ll be so scared.” with the phone all but superglued to his palm. We’re told they sedated her, and she still needed a dose of morphine to chill her out before surgery. THIS is the level of hype we deal with every day. I asked calmly:

“Did you threaten to beat her?”
“No.”
“Tell her you'd cut off her tail? She’ll really listen to that……”

We brought her home the same night and she came out of the back with the happy prance of a drunken college student screaming “Whassssss up!” /high five. We think she knew who we were but honestly I think she’d have gone with anyone who promised her a ride.

Here she is pretending to be a bloodhound with the droopy red eyes that clearly indicate we are trying to kill her.



We have been extremely stingy with her medicine, short of her pain pills, but we have had a couple times needed to get the dog a sedative that would halt her insistent hopping. She likes to hop. I like to hop, so I totally understand but my bits haven’t been recently removed. (dammit!) The meds are hidden in an upper cabinet, as though she could climb to beg for a dose.

I gave her a half pill this morning and she laughed at it. Waited a while longer and gave her the other half and she is now stumbling and giggling at her toys. “You call yourself a rope???” /hahahahhaha. “I’ve seen me a rope, you’re no rope!” /giggles off, happy to have insulted her property and feeling quite just about it.

She gets up and her back quarters aren’t in complete communication with the front end and she stops….. glares at her back legs…. and asks “what’s the problem?”

Alas we have a medicated puppy. Her incision is clean – although was questionable earlier. We were worried about an obstruction and find our foreheads suctioned to the window looking out to watch her bowel habits. There is nothing like an unemployed house marm in a fluffy pink robe and flip flops, dangling a smoke from her lips holding a stick and poking poops in the yard to see if one is fresh. Alas, she is in fact moving her intestines just fine.

This is the puppy version of a Brazilian Wax…….


Good job Kyles, now go take a nap!

- DM