Archive | March, 2012

End of the Golden Age

30 Mar
My bedrest Buddies
Once upon a time, there were three goldens.  They were the loveliest pack of Misfits you had ever seen.  Sounds like a lovely fairy tale.  But, if you read the REAL fairy tales, they are not always happy endings.  That’s where we are now.

The youngest, but longest residing golden resident at the House of Hounds is HRH Maximillian’s Princess Willow (curled up on the left).  Will joined us at 6 weeks of age.  She was the first pup I picked up from the litter and I never put her down.  I think she was a surrogate for the baby we had just lost.  Just to give you an idea, she was in a litter of 13.  We were there at feeding time.  I put her down so she could eat, she walked past her littermates and stood in the middle of the food pan.  All the other puppies were obediently lined up around the outside, not the pup I picked, she put herself in the food, and took the lion’s share.  Willow was the princess and boss lady from the very beginning.  As we began to develop our pack, she let the boys know she was boss.  
Willow and Riley…how they always were.
Next came Riley.  We decided we wanted another pup to add to our pack, so we consulted the rescue pages.  GRRoW had this sad little guy on there.  He had been in foster care for a year and a half, after his original owners had decided to put him down at a year and a half because of his weight and his allergies.  Now, I have a hard time picturing this guy roly-poly, but whatever.  Anyway, he developed canine epilepsy, had bi-lateral entropia and had such severe allergies to EVERYTHING, he was bare from the rib cage down.  But he was the sweetest boy in the world.  We drove to Iowa to pick him up.  Had him on a raw food diet until we could figure out what he could eat.  Within 2 years, he had a full coat and a happy disposition.  We lost him on my birthday in 2008.  It was a horribly heartbreaking moment.  He developed cancer and we went from dx to rainbow bridge in 2 weeks. It was a very sad period in our home.
This was the night Curly came to us, it was like he had
always been here.
Then, because 2 kids and 2 dogs is not enough, we adopted Curly.  Curly was a 9 year-old curly coated red golden.  He was a stray that probably took off during the 4th of July fireworks.  He had such a hard case of heart worm, it took 2 rounds of treatment and nearly killed him.  But he was a fighter and pulled through.  Curly-Q was another hard luck case that I had to take care of.  Aside from being HW+, he also had a misshapen throat that was at a 90 degree angle and mega-esophagus – his throat does swallow all the way, if that makes sense.  So, he had to have his food blended and we spent many trips digging food and poop out of his throat when he decided to eat other things.  We thought we would give him a good life, for the nest 3 or 4 year.  My Curly boy was so tough, he made it to his 18th birthday last July, after dealing with Cancer that started in his lungs and spread to his lungs and stomach – for 2 years.  We had hoped to get a few weeks.  He was an amazing boy. 
My Willow is the only golden left.  She is 13 now.  Her hips are gone (so much for certified hips from the breeder), as is her vision.  She has developed diabetes, requiring grain free food and insulin.  Up until the last few days, she bossed the boys around, told them when it was time to settle down, when they could enter the room. Now, not many order are being barked by the princess.  I thought I wanted her to quit barking, now I find myself missing it.  This morning, I had to work very hard to get her to join the boys for breakfast.  Her coat looks horrible.  She has a terrible hot spot I can’t seem to control.  I think my girl may be joining her buddies on the other side of the rainbow bridge.  I had a hard time doing my make-up this morning as I realized that “the time” was announcing its presence.  The tears just kept flowing.    She was my only pup, well Bear was 10 months when we got him.  Will was my only little fuzz ball. She was how we practiced being parents, getting up with her in the middle of the night.  The kids have never known life without her.  
Dog park, tennis ball…is there anything else to life?
I have not talked to the kids yet.  They have been through this twice, but it never gets easier.  I am not looking forward to this.  They may be property in the eyes of the law, but they are my furry kids in my heart.  Please keep our family in your prayers.  And boys, please meet Willow at the Rainbow Bridge and show her the ropes.
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Spoke Too Soon

28 Mar

An Odd Phenomon

27 Mar

I know, I know…

22 Mar

I know he’s busy.  I know he is at the 2nd busiest med house in the city.  I also know he is tired and so he needs his nap in the morning.  I get all of that. I really do.  


But, seeing as his med house is so busy, we don’t get to talk for a few minutes at night.  My texts go unanswered, but that is how he always is!  And yet, we still have some last minute plans with the kids that need to be worked out.  

I just wish he’d answer his phone before I get called out of my meeting because my husband did not pick up the kids.  <sigh> I love firewife life most days, just not today.  Think a carrier pigeon could make its way into my bedroom window???  Just trying to think outside the box!  Any ideas on getting a hold of your FF hubby who probably has his phone on vibrate, down on the dining room table?

Happy almost Friday!

Think I May Have Dropped the Ball

21 Mar

We had a recent day of CRAZINESS with car crashes.  Shutting down two different sections of Interstate for hours.  Calls for Flight, multiple times.  Shots fired.

My FF sent me a text that asking if I had heard anything about the accident.  His questions were vague.  Since it was all texting and he could not chat, we both misinterpreted the discussion at hand.  It was not until last night, in bed, that all the pieces came together.  Brain matter, bloody uniform and all.

I dropped the ball.  I didn’t understand what he was getting at with the questions.  At one point I didn’t even know which of the multiple accidents he was talking about.  I think he needed to talk, but didn’t want to force work on me yet again.  I was enjoying the fresh air with the kids.

And I totally missed it.

I feel horrible.

Spring Fever

21 Mar
Sad thing…I think
I own this book from
my youth.

I think I might be the only person in the state of Wisconsin that enjoys the delayed appearance of spring and summer.  It is not that I am particularly attached to the snow.  No, I love the snow…until end of February/ beginning of March,  Then – it gots to go!  But, we have had 2 weeks of sun and 70s.  Yeah…we don’t get that around here until, like…mid June some years.  And now I have spring fever and I have it bad.  


Spring Break is two weeks away.  Summer vacation is 9 weeks away.  I am already as bad as the kids.  Quickly eating so I can sit outside on the porch and talk to my neighbors, enjoy the nice nights.  looking out my classroom window, longing to be out with the kids.  Coloring with the chalk, throwing the football, planting my flowers. <sigh> Do we HAVE to go to school??


I got it bad and it ain’t good.


No worries, this is Wisconsin.  If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes.  It will change.  Well, lovely tease.  Your five minutes is up.  Please move along, but don’t forget us.  Come back…in 6 weeks or so.  I would love an extended visit at that point.

Plague?

16 Mar

Photo: Soviet anti-plague scientistsI think it has hit.  I am waiting for the CDC to quarantine us, drape the house…not a pretty sight here.


We had near 70s on Sunday …yes…in March…in Wisconsin.  And I say, shivering, in a tanktop (silly girl you say, put on somethin’ warmer), a turtleneck (still not done, yet), a hoody (keep going…) and a spare comforter.  Yup, SHIVERING.  We sat on the front porch, trying to study med cards, and I was shivering.  This from the gal that goes bare legged and as close to bare foot as possible once it hits 40s and sun.  I can’t count on one hand how many days I have worn more that a light lambskin jacket in  the last 3 months, most days just my sweater will do.   Hubby got kind a cranky when I did not want to eat the dinner he made or help with the kids at bedtime. The 103.7 fever was rather uncomfortable, but was down by the time I wanted to go to work on Monday, so I did.


BIG MISTAKE.


Coughing, ribbiting like a frog as I spoke, the dang chills came back.  Wanna know the best part??  IT WAS A BLUE SHIFT!  Shocked?  Me neither.


Next AM, no way I was taking the kids to school.  I literally fell into the wall, going to the bathroom.  Don’t you hate it when it jumps right out in front of you like that!!??    I was not going to drive 4 kids to school and my kids at school already expected me to stay home.  (Turns out they followed my lead…about 20% of my kids were missing, nearly 1/3 of one particular class.)  Hubby took them into school after he got home…but kept calling my phone, hard to sleep that way.  Whatever.


Next AM, still not good, but now…Yup, you guessed it…my FF and my little one…both burning up.  Sigh…just once…can’t I be the ONLY sick one, that everyone else takes care of.  Just ONCE??? <sigh> Ah well, we are quite a team.

Next AM, finally back to work with the 3 oldest muppets, AFFA (Against Firefighter’s Advice ).  I took O to bed with us that night (on my side of course), hoping to spare D from the virus, seeing as the girls choose to sleep in the SAME bed.  So, I got up with her at 2:36 in the FREAKIN’ AM.  Her fever was so high, she just couldn’t get comfortable. It was an early release day, by this point my high schoolers were sending me emails asking me to come back…no real choice.  I get in, still no voice, they are amazed that it is physically possible for me to speak quietly.  Kids are great, but fever returns, ears they are a-ringing and some cottonmouth just for fun.  Get a text before lunch, my kindergartener is the next victim, Daddy had to go get her. 
 

Fast forward to today, after getting up just after bartime yesterday, I have yet to sleep.  Yup, 1:56 in the PM and no sleep since yesterday, two-thirty-ish.  I ended up with both firegirls (in the most literal, as well as symbolic ways possible) in bed with me, while my hubby slept elsewhere.  (XY predisposition???) Yeah, still not near 70% much less 100%, having to work in the AM and I get custody of the girls…not that I am complaining.  (Truth and accuracy dept. requires I disclose the stomping and slamming of various objects at 0500, however).  Get my two remaining soldiers off to battle and teach a half day.  (Don’t judge… it was a loooooooonnnnggggg half day). My Period A class and I sanitized my class when the lightbulb came on about how many of my students had been out all week.  (Medicine head makes me slow, what can I say.)  I am home now and I find myself trying to hide upstairs, only to have these creatures covered in snot, with various degrees of pallor, continually needing things.  You know…food…water… acetaminophen.  Not sure where they came from…but they truly don’t look familiar.  They keep calling me “momma”. Creepy, I know. (For the record, all while my hubby, who has slept all night and all morning, sleeps in the recliner.  just sayin’.)

It is all good.  I drank two Red Bulls by 9am.  I got my wings.  I am hoping to be able to turn the reins over to my firefighter tonight when the kids go to bed.  He should be able to handle the sleeping part now that the worst of it has passed.  And me..to sleep…perchance to dream…


Wash your hands, sneeze into your elbow, take your fever reducers…oh wait, maybe you escaped the plague.