This week I got a taste of how freaked out I’ll be when Dave and I have kids and they come down with some strange disease I’ve never had to deal with before… whatever do I mean? Well…
Get the bug guy out, kill the ants – problem solved.
No. such. luck.
Apparently the cuts she was getting at the dog park from mowed thick grass had let in a skin infection…. Actually the words from the vet’s mouth were – wow, that’s a serious skin infection. Nothing like the word ‘serious’ to make me feel like a failure. The vet’s assurances that skin infections pop up overnight and can become serious very quickly didn’t make me feel better. BUT Maya got meds yesterday and her first oatmeal bath tonight and she’s starting to perk back up! I think getting pb 4 times a day is helping her mood too. =)
On a lighter note: She’s so funny/cute in shirts, her trying to walk makes me smile. I’m likening this to chicken pox for people, it’s really itchy and if you scratch it (or lick it) too much the skin could break open. NOT GOOD. Luckily, unlike if it were chicken pox, Dave can help without fear. Ah yes, the walk in clinic should be very close when we have kids….. We’re believing she’ll be mostly better by this weekend so we can all go visit the farm for (hopefully) the arrival of the first cria!! (baby alpaca)
As I’m preparing for a photo session this morning, I look up from my computer and what do I see? A cat that looks a lot like Callie walking down the neighbor’s driveway from the sidewalk! How cool! I wonder who owns that cat?
My mind kicks in: Come to think of it… when’s the last time I saw Callie? I mean, it IS her morning nap time but… that collar looks awfully familiar…. I call out: Callie?
The cat on the driveway freezes, mews and starts loping towards our house.
I run for the cat treats, close Maya in the house and go to the back porch door. Start to shake the treat can but Callie is sitting there, waiting for me to open the door.
I think she was traumatized by her experience. I don’t know how in the world she got out, how long she was gone or where she went on her little field trip, but let’s just say she raced into the house and upstairs to her room and hasn’t gone NEAR a door since.
Now that’s what I call an eventful few days in the lives of the animals!