Big Week *

 Well...Still lots of balls in the air, although the Fridge Calendar isn't nearly as full of inked-in events as has been the case of late.

Top of the agenda (of course) is Mrs J's surgery on Wednesday. For the folks with a Fighter Pilot IQ (AKA Low) like mine,  that means that because of the location of the surgery, her diet is low fiber today, liquid only starting tomorrow whilst taking pills that will assist in the downloading of any former food debris in the surgical area.

Definitely in the "No Fun" list of human events.

Also this week, we had another health related incident in the family.  As a matter of safety and getting enough sleep, we have divided up the sleeping locations for our furry family members.  The two Felines are relegated to our bedroom with the door closed at all times.  The Great Pyrenees (AKA GPs) seem to not be fond of them.  The Felines have gotten used to having their own living space and don't seem to have a problem with it.  Our two Black Dogs sleep in our bedroom at night and have access to the rest of the house during the day.  The two GP's are relegated to outside at night because of barking and while I can still hear them doing so, it's muffled enough that it can be tolerated.  The Golden Retriever sleeps just outside our bedroom door, so no "Bad Guys" can get to us.  

Or so he thinks.

But, now that you know the layout, you can understand what's about to occur.  Because the Black Dogs are enclosed in our room, when they need to "You know what", they've been encouraged to do so on Pee Pads liberally spread out in various locations in the master bedroom.  Early this week, I hear our Dachshund/Chihuahua mix (AKA Annie) get up and walk over to my side of the bed.  I hear liquid running, quite a bit actually.  Shortly thereafter, I am wide awake because, well frankly, it stinks.  I turn on the light and let out a verbal comment that shall not be stated here.  

However, it woke up Mrs J.  The Pee Pad is covered in blood.  No Pee, No Poop, just blood.  Not knowing what to do, we check out our Vet's website and find out that they have a partnership with an emergency Pet  Vet a couple of towns over.  We give them a call.  "Bring her down".  So we do, at 0345.  Surprisingly there are very few vehicles on the interstate.  We arrive, they take Annie into the back and we find a place to rest.  Shortly thereafter, they come back and declare it "Hemorrhagic Dysentery Diarrhea" (Oops). Completely treatable, but will take a couple of hours before she's transportable to our local vet.

I have a picture we took of the blood to show to the vet I had planned to show in this spot.  Mrs. J deemed it not suitable for a family blog.  I said "Yes, Dear!"

Long(ish) story short, Annie spent a couple of days at the vet, but made it home for the weekend and is doing fine.  Mrs J and I, have spent a bit more time trying to catch up on sleep than is usual, so be it.

Oh, and by the way, an emergency vet visit is expensive! VERY expensive! But...Dogs are family also.

One more Vet related vignette.  While waiting around the vet's office, we got into a chat with the front office staff and found out one of the ladies also groomed Dogs.  Given that our GP's are not currently in the Pyrenees  and therefore don't require thick coats in July in Texas we invited her to stop by.

Grindill is in the background to give a size reference to the pile of fur from a single dog!

 

Suffice it to say, the elder GP is definitely "cooler".

Atticus has always been a "cool" dog.  Now, he's cooler!

 

On the good news family front, Little J and clan are safely ensconced in Jolly Old England.  They are in temporary quarters until permanent housing opens up at which time they will retrieve their household goods and get on with living.

Looks like the last scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark.  Who knew that's where their HHG's are stored

Apparently, Miss B has a bit of Fighter Pilot blood in her as she did quite well in her first airplane rides.  She even made friends with the Captain. 

 Course, it's not for lack of family members making an effort to bring her up "properly".

Her second birthday was Saturday and she'd been hospitalized for 6 months before she and her mom both came to live on our property because there was no medical facility that could take care of her in Hong Kong.  We came to enjoy their company over that 18 months quite a bit.  While we're very glad they are reunited as a family, we definitely miss them.  Guess we'll have to start planning a trip to "Jolly Old".

As soon as Mrs J recuperation is complete of course.

Peace out, y'all.

* No, Sarge, not THAT Big Week! Just a big one for us!