It's official

Rocco really is a wonder dog. He was hit by a car Saturday night. The vet says that's what caused his wounds. He has a bruised butt, and belly and a vicious wound that goes nearly to the bone and a few other nicks and scrapes and that's it The vet couldn't believe it and justkept telling me over and over again that Rocco was such a lucky dog. He also told Rocco that he, Rocco, was lucky to have a smart mother. It seems that I did everything right , down to making sure Rocco drank and checking the color of his pee. Oh and cleaning the wounds and laying on the neosporin. Rocco spends most of his time asleep but about three times a day he starts 'singing' and then eventually gets to his feet and heads for the door where I follow him around the yard hoping for poop. We're supposed to monitor him closely and that's the only bodily function he hasn't done yet though he acts as if he needs to. The vet said milk and dulcolax will help him go. I feel like a voyeur following him around the yard and staring at his bruised butt. He keeps giving me these embarrased looks over his shoulder and I don't much blame him. With a yard as big as ours, the dogs just go to their spots and do their own thing, without mommy chasing after them with a plastic bag and a scooper.So now I pretend that I'm not staring at his butt and urging the poop elves to do their business so that Rocco can do his. I wonder if there is a saint of poop. It seems that theres a saint for everthing else.
Rocco has always been a vocal dog but now it seems as if he almost has words. He starts telling me something and then ends up singing ending up sounding like some kind of hound chasing who knows what. All he needs to do is just go to the door when he goes out but I suppose a wonder dog can trumpet if he likes. after all... it is a wonder that we still have him.

Did'ja ever notice

that when you finally seem to be getting your head above water, something comes along and shoves you under? Rocco the WOnder dog is hurt, only we don't know by what. A neighbor said she heard a dog get hit by a car sometime between 11pm last night and midnight but Rocco was already in the house then, and I know for certain because I made a run to Wal Mart for neosporin and Wal-Mart closes one set of doors at 11. Then one son thought Rocco might have tried to scoot under the fence and now the latest is that he was attacked by a racoon. It's the vet's tomorrow and I hop he can tell us more. I've cleaned the wounds and neosporined them. We've made certain that Rocco has eaten and had something to drink and we've been fussing over him a little more than usual. And of course, being me, I've spent the day worrying. tho not more than usual. Whatever it costs us tomorrow so be it. We just need the Wonder dog back.

Bye Bey February

I am so glad that Feb is gone. It means another late mortgage payment but what the heck. It's starting to almost feel 'natural'. Feb was a bad month for aches and pains. First of all Rocco the Wonder Dog started favoring a back leg, nothing much only an occasional limp and I was beginning to suspect that there was no limp at all, he really just wanted some0ne to lift him onto the couch or the bed. Then Little Dog Ollie had one of his back spasems which left him nearly crippled. I gave him his prednesone and permission to pee in the house if he had to. He got over that but it took longer than usual and then ROcco walked around with a front paw in the air for almmost a week and no sooner did that pass then my knees decided that they would only bend with a great deal of pain and a strange rice krispies kind of sound. I kept waiting for it to go away but finally gave in and asked the doc for something for pain. THat's the thing with fibro... you never quite know whether the reason you hurt is fibro or you really hurt yourself. Well the pain is finally starting to go away and now I have a cold. Even worse, I did not make a single thing this weekend and spent most of the time trying to sit in one place and sort stuff and was making a good start when I suddenly ran out of energy and swept everything into a carton and said the heck with it so now Ihave a bigger mess and more things to sort than before. I also slept alot. and I do mean alot. I had three naps today. And speaking of naps.... how about that expression sleep like a baby. I wouldn't want to sleep like a baby, it means I'd wake every three hours wanting to be fed and end up wet in the morning.

Earlier today the squirrels on the roof sounded as if they were holding ther winter olympics and after the 40th circling of the roof, I pulled down the attic ladder part way to let it close with a bang and scare the squirrels off. The husband said that Rocco was asleep on the couch and snoring away and when the ladder boomed, he (Rocco not the husband) shot straight up off the couch , legs going even before his eyes were open and hit the ground running. Not TOWARD the sound but away. THat dog is such a goof. When he was playing at being Baron Von Limpgimp, he had beenn given the remnants of a taco bell taco salad and with the bits to chew gone, he wanted to work on the sauce remaining, only the plastic container kept sliding across the floor. Now he couldn't hold it with his bad paw and couldn't hold it with his good paw because.... well... I guess because he's right handed. So being the wonder dog that he is, he bough it over to me for me to hold it for him. I didn't even think about it just took it and held it. The husband was amazed that I knew what the dog wanted and to tell the truth I have no idea how I knew what he wanted. I think he used his wonder dog mind control on me. Maybe he is a wonder dog after all.