Boy it's been a long time. The beginning of this school year was and continues to be a doozy.
Anyway, I had to add this entry to Life with Dogs. It seemed that the time for President Bush's speech had snuck up on us. I was working on the laptop and Charles was working in his room. The dogs decided to stay in the living room on the futon. Darkness had also creeped up on us.
Soon I heard the dulcet tones of Mr. Bush coming from the television. I glanced around the corner into the living room and could see by the glow of the screen Honey and Jack sitting up, listening to our fearless leader. Their ears were cocked as only a bulldog's could be and their eyes were fastened upon the orator.
There they stayed until he was done, only about 19 minutes. At least someone in this house cares what was said. I wonder if they count on a popularity poll?
Honey made the trip home fine, she chose to lay down in the backseat instead of her usual looking out the window position. It took us a few minutes to decide how to get out of the car. She did NOT want me to pick her up. So I cleared the way and let her choose when to get out. She was extremely happy to see her house.
I've made the kitchen into her recovery area. She has a pallet and is able to see what's going on in Charles' room as well as the rest of the downstairs.
I knew she was all right when she insisted that that she needed to patrol the fence line this morning. I told her that Jack would take care of it until she healed up.
My parents have decided to bring home Little Boy. The name on his papers will Hardison, but I think we will call him Sonny. They pick him up Monday. My father has bought a playpen for him.
On a sad note, Sonny lost his Aunt Daisy last weekend. The autopsy revealed a ruptured pancreas. This girl was so sweet and really tried hard to swim after those sticks.
Honey made it through this part of her stay with Doc. Caroline says that she made it through the surgery fine and is starting to wake up.
Jack misses her. He spent time looking for her and now is sleeping on the futon. Teddy has looked in Honey's kennel several times expecting her to be there.
I pick her up tomorrow morning.
Honey is going in for her surgery. I talked with her about what would be happening. Surprisingly she hasn't asked for her breakfast. I told her we both need to be brave. I'm glad that I will be working today, hopefully I will be preoccupied.
You can't tell me Honey doesn't know something is in the air. She insists on sitting with me in the papason chair when we watch TV, no matter how hot it is or how crowded we are. She weighs in at about 55 pounds.
And of course I let her. She needs lots of extra kisses and hugs.
Honey is going to Doc's on Tuesday morning. It's time for her spaying, poor baby. She's so sensitive that I know it will just freak her out to taken away from me and put in the cage to await surgery. The good thing is that Tuesday is also when Caroline will be working at the clinic. She will be assisting in the surgery and will go check on her throughout the day. She promised me that when Honey gets the knockout shot, she would make sure that Honey would fall into a comfortable position. OK, that's enough Caroline, I don't want to know any more.
I'm sure glad Caroline enjoys what she is doing, same for Charles. It gives me a sense of accomplishment to know that my children are doing what they are good at and heading in the right direction.
Here's the patient, inside
And outside
We traveled to Fredricksburg yesterday to see the bulldog pups. My parents are trying to decided between two of the males. One is smaller than the other but seems more thoughtful, more aware. The other is going to be a big boy, with lots of wrinkles. I'll let you know which one they choose.
