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Appetite for Trash
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Appetite for Trash |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere 
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Call it separation anxiety, Call it naughty dog. Last night Winston out did himself. He got into the living room, the bedroom and bathroom trash. Somewhere in that glorious garbage he found something that did not set well. He did not get up to greet us when we got home. He did not come when we shook the bag of doggie treats. He lay on his pillows on the floor at the foot of the bed, flinching like he was going to get beaten. I petted and cooed and coaxed that notion out of his head. When I went into the bathroom, he followed in after me with a wobbly gait. What’s this, I wondered, a stroke? Did he find a pill on the floor? He went and laid back down as if to say, I’ll see you in the morning. In the middle of the night, Winston wakes me pawing at the bed. He wants me to lift him up so he can sleep with us. Must be feeling better, I think to myself. I wake up at four and as is my routine, I pick up Winston and carry him to the couch. He is very lethargic, doesn’t want breakfast or to go outside to do his business. Something is amiss with my dog! All I can do is pet and love on him and shed a tear knowing there is a limit to what all we can do for him. I ask him again if he wants to go outside and he barely lifts his head. So I pick him up and take him out and down the porch steps to the grass. He takes a few steps walking just fine. He squats for quite a while then takes a few more steps and does his other duty and prances away. He bounds up the porch steps like it was yesterday, trots in the house making a bee-line for breakfast. I have obviously just witnessed a miracle. I’m too relieved to be upset that he scared me half to death. Thank God it looks like he is going to be okay. That put the twang on my heart strings. My heart was breaking just at the thought of having to put him down. And that thought is never very far away as old as Winston is. They say that the best things about dogs is that they love you unconditionally. And however much that maybe true, quite the opposite is the best part for me. The unconditional I feel for my dog I express unrestrained affectionately. I can mush and gush on him in ways my man would never stand for. What could be better for the soul than something that brings love out in us, even if it does get into the wastebaskets once in a while. LGR©8/12/17 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Hear you loud and clear, Lori. Zoe has had a few spells like you describd Winston had. Yep. You feel so darn helpless. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Cerulean Member Posts 109 |
I'm glad your dog is alright for now. It can be scary when things like that happen. Treasure each day and have a great day. |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Whew! You had me skeered there for a minute Lori Lou! I'm sure happy to hear Winston is back to his ole self again  Alana |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Yes Jerry, and helpless is soo scary. ~L |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Cerulean, Thanks, Winston makes everyday special. ~L |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Pinkpanther, I was all afeared my own self! He is back to his spoiled rotten self today. ~L |
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