Day 32 – Fixed Lamp, Sick Dog
You can’t win them all. First the good news – Jeff graciously rewired a lamp I bought at a garage sale. So my $1 find (Thanks Karen T.) with new lamp wiring ($10.97 at Home Depot) is now a lovely, lighted addition to our living room. Our house can be really dark, so all lighting is welcome and needed! In the process of plugging it in, Jeff also found my favorite denim jacket and Anabelle’s jelly shoe behind the sofa. Could Jimmy Hoffa be next?
Jeff did the rewiring after we went to the vet’s with Buck. As some of you know, Buck has cancer but we’ve chosen not to do doggy chemo and have been treating him with prednizone, which has been miraculous. His tumor is in his nose/sinuses and the prednizone has been great at shrinking it and helping him breathe with out the muy disgusting noises he made before — Amen. Yesterday, it seemed that this miracle cure was no longer working, and this morning he was worse. So to Moncks Corner’s Lakeshore Animal Clinic we went this afternoon not knowing if we’d be bringing Buck back or not. The good news is the vet thinks Buck has a sinus infection (a complication of the tumor) and will respond to antibiotics. So he’s back home with more medicine and I’m just hoping he’ll eat some of his delicious dog food (with various pills hidden inside) that I heated in the microwave so he could smell the delicious aroma and might possibly eat. I’ve never heated dog food in the microwave, but take my word for it, it pops like bacon.
I’ll be cleaning out the microwave later — and might just need to replace after Buck’s need for very aromatic dog food ceases. All of this dog food heating, popping and smelling has definitely put a dent in my appetite (as if Buck’s sinuses hadn’t already), so I’m a little closer to that size 6 I almost attained after two days of exercise (see previous exercise post).
I’m grateful that he’s home with us now and hope he’ll be comfortable and happy for as long as we can keep him happily medicated. He truly is the best dog we’ve ever had, and despite his cowardice when the prison-tattooed toe-truck driver came a few years ago, and ferocious barking when any woman over 60 tries to enter our home (they’re so darn threatening, after all), I really love that goofy dog.