Monday, October 28, 2013

Monday Morning McGee

I was sleeping.  Peacefully, finally.  And I am dreaming that there are screaming bells, that just won't stop.  I wake and realize it is not in my dream but is the phone by my bedside.  And it is 5:30 AM.  AM! Who calls at 5:30 in the morning?  Nothing good.

Instinctively I know, it is either the nursing home about my mother or vet about my dog.    Either way, my heart skips a beat or two.  It is the vet.

Sort of good news though.  He is  stable.  Still not pooped.  But he ate.  And now they have something to move though the intestines or get blocked. If it gets blocked, they will know where the obstruction is located. And then the surgery can begin.

So, bottom line is....I still don't know.


  1. McGee--you are so naughty! My three little puggie boys (Romeo, Elvis, and Larry) and I have our paws and fingers crossed for you. LarryPug also enjoys eating paper, forcing us to move all wastebaskets to the top of the toilets. Would it be mean to muzzle McGee in the future, except for meal time, just to reduce his extracurricular eating habits?

  2. I can't believe they called you at 5:30 in the morning with that report. I'm glad he's feeling comfortable enough at the vet clinic that he's eating. That has to be a good thing ... whatever follows.

  3. Gah! I know you are suffering'. So sorry,


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