Monday, Monday.
Monday was a busy day – more than usual. I went to work and called Sammy’s doctor to change his appointment time – Keirra (our niece) had an eye doctor appointment in Reno and we couldn’t make both. I then called Scott to tell him I had changed the time – and he said that while taking Sammy to school he vomited in the car! (Yuck!) I called the doctor back and was able to get Sammy in earlier. I had to leave work half way through the day – and missed having lunch with Mr. Naughty Pants and his girls (*pouty face*).
I met Scott and Sammy at the doctor’s office where Sammy was pumped with energy! He was running all over the waiting room and playing with the toys. The doctor said it was probably just drainage from his sinuses (again, Yuck!). Sammy didn’t have a fever or anything bad, so we went home and ate some lunch. Then we went to get Keirra from school and headed up to Reno for her eye appointment. Sammy fell asleep in the car – so I took Keirra in while Scott stayed in the car with sleeping Sammy.
It took like an hour before we finally saw the doctor – and everyone seemed confused by why we even had an appointment. We had been to see the eye doctor just six months ago – and normally when you have a good clean visit it’s years before you have to come back (as a child). I didn’t know (or remember) why they made the appointment – I just went with it. Who am I to second guess the doctor’s requests? So, I was a little annoyed that we were there – waiting for over an hour – and no one seemed to understand why we were there. Then to top it off – the doctor (who was like, “What are you doing here.”) decided to put drops in Keirra’s eyes. That was supposed to take a mere twenty minutes – but ended up taking almost another hour! I went out to the car to tell Scott that we would be another twenty minutes (or so) because of the drops. Sammy was waking up – so I got him out and thought he would enjoy playing with the toys in the waiting room.
I left Scott, Keirra and Sammy in the waiting room and went to the bathroom – when I came out here comes Scott, carrying Sammy, running into the Men’s room. Our poor little fella had vomited in the waiting room… Scott cleaned him up – as best he could – and after came back into the waiting room to tell the ladies who had to clean up his vomit, “Sorry ’bout that.” In the mist of his sorry he started to vomit again! Scott was able to get him to the Men’s room in time. After he came out I took Sammy back to the car and left Scott to stay with Keirra. Sammy seemed okay after that – we were in the car and he was playing.
We left the eye doctor and headed over to see our Baxter (Puppy!). We were bringing him his new crate and fancy new collar with I.D. On our way over to see Baxter, little Sammy vomited again (oh my, Yuck!)! We pulled over and cleaned up – we had run out of a change of clothes, so he had to wear his jacket. This worked out pretty good – it’s waterproof (easy to clean vomit off of – allow me to add yet another – Yuck!). We finally made it over to see Baxter.
He was pretty happy to see us – and what a good boy, he came to me when I called him. He was waiting in the office and I opened the door and called him out into the little entree area – and he came right to us! I showed him his little toys, collar and his crate. I put the collar on him and the other two puppies in the room wanted to eat his collar! So, Baxter was under attack – they were trying to chew off his new bling (Oh no! Not that!). I took it off and put it on top of his crate. I figure that we can put it on him every time we see him – and the owner (Helen) can keep it on him when he’s going to be apart from the pack.
Baxter didn’t like the crate idea too much. I’m just happy I’m not the one training him – because my heart would melt and it would never get done. Helen (the owner) assured me that he’ll be just fine with the crate by the time we pick him up. Helen had also gave Baxter a bath – oh what a soft little fella!
Our little Sammy was not doing well – our visit with Baxter was really short. Scott was holding Sam just about the entire time. He was just not feeling good – so we went home. Stopping to pick up a take-n-bake pizza. Sammy’s temperature spiked when we got home and he vomited again! He had a pretty tough night and ended up sleeping with Scott on my La-Z-Boy in the living room. I have been home for two days now with our poor sick fella. It’s good during the day, but as soon as evening hits – it’s all downhill! Sammy was asking to go see Baxter – in a state of not awake and not asleep with a high temperature… My sweet boy!
