Resting

Zoey came home last night all spaced out and pathetic. They told me to give her ice chips but she had no interest. She really couldn’t move. I took her out to use the bathroom and had to help hold her up. She just stared at me all glassy eyed. I felt so sorry for her. I was a bit worried because at one point she started crying really loud and trying to bite at the air.

Andy was at Austin’s lacrosse game and I was trying to keep the other two boys from fighting while I baby-sat the sick pooch, trying to keep the other dogs away from her. By the time they got home I was a bit stressed but of course she perked up at that point and actually started eating some ice. Relief.

Her biggest issue is the collar. Fortunately it isn’t one of those big plastic things- but Zoey can’t even wear a regular collar without flipping out- she can’t walk, she flops to the floor and just rolls around until we take it off. So you can imagine the distress this clown-like collar is causing her. It’s a good thing she didn’t go to a home that wanted a small dog to dress up. She is pretty much the tom-boy of the bunch. And now that I think about it, all our dogs have their roles messed up. We have a Retriever that won’t retrieve, a prissy hound dog, and a tom-boy foo-foo dog. Weird. Oh and a very old coyote. Can’t forget him.

The boys are home from school today- extra puppy-sitters are good to have around.