Thursday, December 08, 2016
Have I mentioned that ever since the pups and I got caught in that huge storm a couple of weeks ago that Sunshine has been having "issues"? Poor thing is so scared of the wind, the cold and the snap in the weather that she has been having some "accidents" (you know, the kind that are on purpose).
Take Monday night, as an example: I fed all three pets, took the dogs out to do their business. Lucky did a lot for a 6 pound wonder dog. Sunshine did a brief squirt and ran (without touching the ground I might add) back to the security door to be let in.
Okay. It was 44 degrees, high desert winds and dark. I could understand her trepidation about spending even a few more seconds in that howling mess as I wasn't enjoying it either.
Came in and deciding that since Steve was working late, I'd go take a nice hot bath and warm up my rather aching joints. I plugged the tub, poured in the Epsom salts and had just put my hand on the hot water tap when I see Sunshine begin to squat!!!
I said, "NO", rather harshly I fear, and picked her up and put her outside as fast as I was able and said, "This is where we go potty!"
She looked up at me and went, looking very sad and tears welling up.
Sigh. It's always the mom's fault.
Sunshine has also made a habit of waking up at 4 a.m. (again, since the storm) to throw up.
Steve went to visit his sister and mom for a few days and I was left to keep getting up for each incident of both ends coming out where they weren't supposed too. After I dropped Steve off at the airport, I stopped at our vet's to ask for some help here. There is also a third problem that is rather disgusting that I let her know about-let's just say she's been very good at keeping Pepper's litter box clean.
"It's a small breed thing to do the litter and it sounds behavioral with the regression in house training, but I am concerned about her nightly vomiting." Next morning I dropped off Sunshine to see what was happening.
Lucky and Pepper were not happy-where was she getting to go and why weren't they being given a car ride?
8 hours later I went to go pick her up. The diagnosis? Acid reflux, a very possible UTI and she's just plain freaked out from the storm and it will take some time and patience to get over it.
I was told she'd need to have some Pepcid with her food and meds and report back how things were going. I hid the doggie K-flex and antacid in a greenie pill pocket. Guess what? For the first time in two weeks Sunshine didn't throw up.
She also didn't sleep through the night.
Not her fault. When I let the dogs out at 10 for their last bathroom break, there was a whole pack of coyotes on the other side of the block wall howling, yapping and again, freaking out my two little "snacks".
Then I locked up, turned out the lights, turned out the security system and all four of us snuggled down for what I hoped would be the night.
Nope-those coyotes were barking, howling and I figured they had decided my front porch was the perfect place to keep warm and out of the wind for the night. The four of us were lying there listening to all that noise.
By morning 3 a.m. they had stopped enough for us to get some sleep. Then at 6:30-my fur babies decided that they wanted to potty and be fed.
Sigh. Thankfully we no longer heard the pack literally at our door. When I met my friends they were gone.
To make sure I don't forget my last 24 hours, as we were rounding the corner to get back to home, we all saw one of the coyotes just wandering down one of our streets.
I know we're safe here inside the house, but it is very unsettling to know that all those neighbors are that close by and willing to claim my porch as their shelter.
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
Sunday, December 04, 2016
Thursday, December 01, 2016
Two weeks later we were rained out in favor of a storm front-complete with peals of thunder and lightning. It was NASTY!
That day Adam asked if I wanted to chance walking the dogs. I didn't go with my girlfriends because at our then set time of 8 a.m.-I was no more going to walk in the storm than I was going to go swimming. I went down to Adam's house with the dogs in between some heavy misting and we hung out and watched for a break in the weather.
About 10 a.m. we actually began to see a tiny bit of sun. It was still a very uncustomary 52 degrees outside, but at least it wasn't raining. So we bundled up Jackson and Bryce, Lily's fur was pretty heavy but Dex, Lucky and Sunshine were bundled up and trying their new winter coats and we went.
It was cold and uncomfortable, but we made the 3 miles. I think I looked more like Gumby's girlfriend than a former dancer, but at least we got our exercise, the dogs emptied themselves out and the kids had very rosy cheeks. When we got back to Adam's home, the tiny bit of sun had left and we could hear some pretty loud thunder returning.
I decided to get the dogs home before the next onslaught of rain could start. At least that was the plan. The three of us didn't make it home dry. Nope. In fact by the time I passed the third house the wind became so strong that it was pushing us back to Adam's! Then came the sideways heavy rain. By the time the dogs and I got home, we were soaked down to our proverbial bones.
Got the dogs in, got the stroller in and managed to close and lock the door and shut off the alarm system. Next came getting the girls out of their soaking wet coats and drying them off. Following that chore, I took off all of my uncomfortably sticky wet clothing and started running myself a hot Epsom salt bath. It was so awful and I was so stiff that I didn't even remember hearing the booming thunder or the hail pounding on the windows!
Since then I've put my shorts away, dusted off all my yoga pants and got rained out of what was to be one of the last two remaining water aerobic classes of the year!
Have I ever mentioned that one of the perks of moving here to "The Face of the Sun" was the fact that it would be hot? It is no longer hot.
Given the fact that the 10 day forecast says it will be sunny and dry on Monday morning, but we'll only have a high of 58, I'm doubting that I'll get up the nerve to put on my swimsuit and enjoy my last class. I love it and will miss it until probably the beginning of March, but I'm not an idiot either!
A person with a poor immune system who can't move on dry land in these very cold temps should NOT get in a cold pool (alright, they're keeping it at 80, but I have a feeling that it will not make up for the 45-50 out of pool air).
In fact, my girlfriends and I decided that it was two dark and cold to walk at 8 and decided until Spring weather comes back to us here in the boonies of Phoenix, we're going to walk at 10 a.m.
Lucky isn't happy but is now fully house-trained and is making good use of the door mat by our bedroom door and is doing her best to convince Sunshine to use it-but this is Sunshine's first real winter and she's hating having to be put in outerwear, hating going out even more and takes one feel of the air as I open the door to go out in the yard and literally starts whimpering and shivering. Poor baby!
What a difference a day makes! One day we're sweating at 9 a.m. while working out in an unheated pool and now we're wearing triple layers, earmuffs, gloves and woolen coats.
There didn't even seem to be a "gradual" change either-nope went right from swimsuit weather to parkas. I am so hoping that this rather stark arrival of our usually brief winter isn't an omen.
I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter.