The 4:30 alarm rings much too soon, but I dare not remain in bed; each minute counts now that Daisy has developed an eye infection.
I have exactly 15 minutes to shower, shave and dress.
The pugs are still in bed, either sleeping or as I suspect, making believe they're sleeping so as not to be bothered with the dreaded morning ritual. I now have approximately 30 minutes to give Daisy a pre-eye drop tranquilizer, feed and walk both dogs.
5:15 AM and time to prep Daisy for the first eye drops.... at 5:30 AM, it's time for the second eye drop (this one stings, so there is much drama).
5:45 AM, I am out of the house, have stopped for coffee and the newspaper and on my way to work in a neighboring city. Two hours later, I arrive at work.
Twelve hours later, I arrive home. The dogs must be walked immediately while I heat their dinner (fresh cuts of beef simmered in organic beef broth with fresh vegetables consisting of sliced carrots, cut green beans and peas). This will be served over RD perscription dog food, while I eat a sliced turkey and mayo sandwich.
Daisy's medication (one tablet for arthritis, one glucosamine and chondrointin tablet, one tranquilizer, and one antihistamine tablet) will be disguised in the beef stew.
15 minutes after dinner, one eye drop.
10:00 PM Daisy receives another tranquilizer followed by the evening walk which needs to be completed in 30 minutes.
10:30 PM the first eye drop is administered.
10:45 PM, eye drop number two (more drama).
It should be noted that the tranquilizers are to keep her calm so as not to re-injure the ulcerated eye which will require lasik surgery in three weeks; if the medication does not prove effective.
11:00 PM bedtime because we have exactly 5 hours and thirty minutes (which is frequently interrupted if Daisy is having anxiety attacks) to sleep before we have to start the routine all over again.
Muggs on the other hand, only requires feeding, walking and a hug once in a while.
Life just doesn't get any better than this!
Or does it???????
2 comments:
Don,
You sound alot like my mother who has a 16 year old pug that needs all kinds of medical attention in terms of pills, shots and oinment applications. Worse yet, her back legs have largely given out, so my mom takes her on rides in a baby stroller.
I suspect I could buy a decent used car for what she has paid vets over the years for the pug.
That you care for your dogs so faithfully says a lot of good things about you.
oh Don...you are such a wonderful man and human to your babies. I love you.
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