He is the reason we are broke this Christmas.
don't let the sweet sleeping face fool you - he is a "rascal"Let me bring you all up to speed.
Last Wednesday (the day before Thanksgiving), B & I went to work like we always do, leaving Rascal the roam of the house (like we always do). For the most part he sits on the back of his chair and sleeps. But sometimes, he goes through trash cans, and eats chicken bones (another expensive story). But like I said, MOST of the time he sleeps and barks out the window at everything that passes by.
Last Wednesday was a different story. We got home to find the bag we had packed in preparation to head to my parents house was torn apart and the pumpkin bread LOAF, that was wrapped with a big bow was on the ground with crumbs all over the dining room...
Hmmmm....I wonder who done it....
Around the corner was the culprit, already hiding because he knew the next words out of my mouth..."Rascal BANKS - what is THIS????" He hid, knowing he was in deep shit, but secretly hoping I would cuddle him and tell him it's ok, like every other time he has gone through the trash. I can tell you I did not instantly forgive him.
Luckily for us he only ate the entire top of the loaf before he flipped it over and couldn't finish off the rest. We thought we were in the clear. No dinner and an early bed time for the little rascal that night.
A day or so later Rascal started moving a bit slower, eating a bit slower and having bathroom trouble. We thought that he was just dealing with the aftermath of all the food from the weekend. But on Monday night we encountered our first bit of very sick Rascal. He started shaking, uncontrollably and procedded to throw up, twice. Now for all you dog momma's out there - I know you can feel my pain. The sight, feeling of watching your baby shake in pain and look up at you with those sad, sick, hurting eyes; right then you want to cry. And cry is what I did; and promptly call my amazing sister-in-law who is a vet. She talked us through the next couple of days of the same thing. Her and Rascal's local vet agreed the pumpkin bread fiasco was to blame and it would work out of him.
Well, 3 nights later, he had the worst shaking episode I had ever seen. I had him in my arms, I couldn't stop the shaking, he got sick and I cried (again).
We had been putting pedialyte in his water, giving him chicken & rice meals and were about to start him on a pepcid regimen. But enough was enough, after that last middle of the night shaking fest my heart couldn't take it anymore. Off the the vet we went.
Rascal is feeling MUCH better today, no shaking, a good nights sleep and a less panic stricken Mommy.
EXCEPT - that we will all be eating rice and beans with no chicken for the next month, thanks to the hefty vet bill. So, thanks Rascal for eating the pumpkin bread that was free and turning it into a bank account robbing, before Christmas episode.
You are a pain in our asses and the best thing we have in our lives, we would not know what to do without you. I am looking at you right now, sleeping, blissfully unaware of anything that happened these past few days. Looking so innocent. You certainly are a little Rascal.
Have a wonderful weekend. We will be crafting all weekend for Christmas and I can't wait to show you all the things we have been working on!