If it isn't one thing it is another...

What a weekend!

First, I guess I should start by saying that I love my dog, Reese (like grease only no "g") I have had Reese before I met my hubby. He has been around for awhile and is no spring chicken anymore. We started giving him glucosamine and chondroitin years ago. Recently we have started him on Ryma.dyl for arthritis.

So this weekend it has been hard for me to watch as my poor doggy has slipped on our tile floor in the kitchen. The first time, he didn't yelp but the second time he did. Then he scooted himself outside and squatted to pee for the first time since he was a puppy and learned to lift his leg like the "big dogs" he saw at the doggy park. So my heart is breaking as I realize my dog is getting older and no matter how much I love him, I can't heal his hips. Bobby came home and checked Reese out and said we didn't need to take him to the emergency vet , but to try and keep him off of it. Yeah, I'll try not to eat too. Same concept.

My bright idea has been to quarantine the dog. I have barricaded the kitchen and tile off so the dog won't fall and slip. I pulled every area rug with the skid stuff on the back and made a path to the back door so he doesn't fall since he has to go out. I have also been trying to stay put so he will not try to follow me around the house. So far so good. But he is still tender you can tell, good thing he was already going to the vet tomorrow at 9 am. Hopefully the good vet will have some advice and meds for the dog.

The craziest thing happened last night as I got up to pee in the middle of the night. I never cut the light on in the bathroom but for some reason I did. And as I sat there peeing, all of the sudden, a mouse ran across the floor. Yes, a mouse!! WTF?? So today I went and bought traps to set up so hopefully we can catch the uninvited guest. As I sat on the couch this afternoon, I heard the trap snap so I was scared to go look, and lo and behold, no mouse. Sneaky bastard. Luckily I have learned how to set the trap and not lose my fingers. I am just grossed out I have a mouse in my house. Bobby seems to think because of the construction going on in our house when they were coming in and out and left the door open then the mouse just strolled in and now it is like "Oops!" If my dog wasn't lame I would expect him to do something about the mouse, but since he is a gimp I will excuse him. Ugghhh! I am grossed out about the mouse.

After all.... when it rains it pours.