I'm a Hypochondriac...For My Dog

Oh boy, oh boy!

I'm definitely feelin' like I need a vacation from my vacation.

I have worked straight through and keep getting shifts thrown at me, since we are short staffed.

It's a good thing that I have one more surprise guest post for tomorrow, and get to link up with Meg today!

If you will just please forgive me for being behind on emails and comments, I will be a happy girl.

 I PROMISE that you are all my top priority!

First, let me tell you that Grandma is doing GREAT!
Weiser, however, is not doing so great.  As a matter of fact- I rushed him to the Pet ER last night. I MIGHT have been overreacting, but he was having very shallow breathing and at times, seemed to have labored breathing, and had some nonsense going on in his rectal region. I fed him some rice, made sure he was eating and drinking, and watched him for awhile. His state didn't seem to change, so off we went.

Y'all- I cried at the vet.
They must have thought I was crazy, because by the time we got there, he was having NO issues.  They said he was stable, no fever, prostate was fine, and short of running complete diagnostics- they thought I should take him home and monitor him. I wanted them to do the tests, but at the same time, knew that doing all that at the Pet ER would be my whole paycheck.  I decided to take their advice and take him home.
At 2AM. Way past our bed time.

I know that he is acting different, but it could be allergies, anxiety, or any number of things.  Plus, I'm beginning to think that I am becoming a hypochondriac for my dog.  I keep thinking that because Will isn't home- something bad is going to happen.  I even told Will that I was afraid a raw spot on his foot was going to get infected and what if they had to amputate...Yes, I know this is worst case scenario, but that is how my mind is working right now.  To this he responded, "If he becomes an amputee, he's getting a peg leg- just so you know."

Let me just say- I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PARENTS DO IT.
If I'm this worried about a dog, I think a kid will make me worry into an early grave.  I even told Will that if Weiser doesn't make it through this deployment- we aren't having kids.  I need to keep him alive and WELL, before I would even consider taking the life of a child into my hands.....

Alright, before I get too worked up, let's move on!

Sometimes: I overreact.

Always: I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Sometimes: I swear that I know that dogs can take care of themselves, and there is no need to rush them to the ER.

Always: When they look or act sick, it hurts my heart and I give in.

Sometimes: I think that it is too stressful taking care of Weiser (my first and only real pet) by myself.

Always: When I look into his eyes, I can't imagine my life without him.

Sometimes: I can't reach Will in times like these, and that makes me even more stressed.

Always: I know that he would give anything to be here, so I try to put my big girl pants on and do what I can.

Sometimes: I cry like a baby.
Always: Crying it out, is better than holding it in.

{He and Will, are my world}


OK, that is enough of that pity party.
If any of you have had similar issues with your dog- I will take any and all advice.
I have the day off, so I will be monitoring him all day and trying to recoup some rest myself.
Just so you know- if you read this pile of sadness- you are my new best friend.
In fact- after all your kind words about grandma yesterday, you are all ALREADY my best friends.