Day 212. Friday the 13th. The nightmare continues. And this one is right up there with Daisy stampeding the deer under a sign that said "Do not disturb the wildlife." Since it's all about Daisy, this morning was a Daisy-related doozy. She had a totally restless night. Had to go out into the rain and cold twice and this morning she was up and at 'em at about 7AM. Paul took her out and she promptly blew a gasket and a runny run at that. Now we're worried as she wouldn't eat and lethargy had overtaken her normally hyperactive self. The park recommended a vet's office nearby but she definitely needed a bath before we could parade her into an animal hospital. Baths do not make her happy and this morning was no exception. She managed to shake water into every corner of the RV. Still, she was successfully bathed, dried and groomed.
Off we go to the Willis Animal Clinic a few miles away. A nice place in a new strip mall. We run in through a pouring rain. Paul put the dog down in the lobby and a woman walked up to him and said, "You're that Paul Ryan on 'America's Heartland', aren't you?" Of course you feel pretty pumped up when somebody makes that connection and they say they actually like the show, which always surprises us. No sooner had he stuck out his hand to shake hers that she notices just beyond Paul that Daisy was crapping all over the lobby floor. And out the door ran Paul's last fan.
Upshot: Paul cleaned up the mess. We saw the vet. Needless to say they had plenty of stool samples to examine. Everything seems okay. While it might have been the deer poop that upset her stomach, the vet said more than likely it's some of the junk we've been feeding her. We said, "Junk? Hell, she eats what we eat. Fritos, Cheetos, pork rinds and wine. How could that be bad for her?" Anyway, some antibiotics, Imodium AD, and a bland diet for the next few days should do the trick. For us. Still don't know about the dog.
Nothing's fallen off the trailer today but Paul nearly fell out of it this morning. He missed the step in the rain. So went day 937. At least the first half. Now we're off to visit friends in Houston and spend the night in a real bed in a real house. Something larger than a walk-in closet. But who's complaining? We're MARINES. Ooh-rah! It's really all about the dog.
Your MARINES, what is this nonsense about staying in a real BED. YOU have a real bed.. OH I forgot this all about DAISY. She has a real bed in fact either one she wants and you 2 get the FLOOR.
ReplyDeleteUnderneath, all the noise about rain, cold, deer poop, sick Daisy, things falling off your 17 ft home, conservative radio, your having the time of your lives.
Semper Fido, Tim. It is always about the dog.
ReplyDeleteHappy St. Paddy's Day to all. Everyone's Irish on March 17th.