Once again I find myself sandwiched and squirming in between canine drama with dogs in my life. Still grieving over the loss of my Seth, the sweet-loving Brittany who stole my heart but I have been flanked by the anchor canine Simon, my strong 9-year-old Britt. And now, here we go getting on a canine-related roller coaster ride. Ugh!
Flashback to Monday... I took Simon to the Vet for a hands-on exam before Aussie puppy Skyler enters our lives. Simon passes tests. No arthritis. No cataracts. No heart woes. But the Vet saw some tartar on his back upper molars. A dental scale later (he's had countless of these because I know the dangers of doggie dental disease), the vet tech told me, "Simon has some trouble spots on his back upper molars." Time for the knock out, deep dental cleaning. Yikes. I get it. And I'm hoping for the best because I've been so diligent with his teeth care...
So, yes, my boy passed the preliminary blood work. Good dog! I sensed he would do just that. Meanwhile, as I wait for the surgery scheduled tomorrow AM, I'm edgy. A lot. He chews his bones, eats hard food--but something isn't right. Like other canine guardians, I'm not looking forward to the time of him away from me while his mouth is being examined like a frog on a slab in Biology 101. Also, the dreaded call from the Vet: Will it be a deep cleaning or will there be more to do? I hope not. (Not to forget his nose issue...a tiny inflammation and prescribed antibiotic cream. Same place that was biopsied in 2008...A foreign object entered his nose. But all was OK.)
To complicate pooch matters, our new puppy (to be a therapy dog and help heal us, too, like the healing powers of puppies can do) is due for delivery this weekend. Okay. That means while I'm nursing my healthy but recovering beloved #1 dog (58 in human years and younger than me!), I will nursing an eight week old tyke. Drama with a capital D.
Already I can see the writing on the wall: Chamomile tea, coffee, chocolate, weight loss so I can fit perfectly in my size 4 new skinny jeans without any muffin top. But the question remains, is all this drama worth the love of dogs? Uh, yeah. Still right now I'm fastening my seat belt for a potential ride with a bit of turbulence due to the novelty that's headed our way. But hey, I've got Zen, my Siamese-mix zen-like kitty who think he's a dog to help keep me balanced during the dog soap opera!