"I don't want to die without any scars." - Tyler Durden, Fight Club

So there he is this morning... So here's the deal. For the next 10 days he's gotta wear that lamp shade and taking more meds than a 99 yr old woman. For the next 7 days hes on a special diet of canned dog food that cost $44 for 12 cans. The biggest struggle is that he can't run, jump, rough house, or be outside longer than the time it takes to go #1 and 2. But he's home... I knew I was attached to the little punk but I didn't realize until I picked him up yesterday. And it didnt hit me how serious the whole ordeal was unitl I saw this...


If I came home with a wound like that there's no way I'd be out of bed... Deb asked me yesterday morning what I thought it'd be like... I was all like 'oh it won't be bad just an inch or two.' I was totally unprepared for what I saw. He had a pretty major operation. The funny thing is that most of you know Leo and Deb have struggled to find the groove in their relationship mainly to do with the fact that Leo seems to find her stuff more attractive than mine. But last night everytime he made any kind of noise she came running to make sure he was ok... its going to be a long 10 days for her...

the weird/cool thing is they gave me the needle back...

Oh well, its been a weird wild week.

Leo's in the Hospital (not funny...yet)

It may be too soon to post this because I know most of you will find the humor in the situation and I know I will too but I'm just not there yet.

If you've read my blog the last 8 month you know about Leo. I love that dog. It never gets old to come home and have act like he hasn't seen me in days. Its also nice to have something that doesn't hold a grudge. Last night get got some paper off the table and was chewing on it and popped him on the nose, then like 10 secs later he was wagging his tale at me wanting to play tug of war with his toy. Well last night we had a bit of a scare.


So yea... Leo swallowed a sewing needle last night. I was trying to "mend" one of his chew toys and I sat it down ti help Deb bring the groceries in. And when I came back in... well there's the xray.
So at 9:30 last night D and I were looking for 24hr vet and by 10 we were on the road. We get the vet and options we have are "less-invasive" surgery that might not work or invasive surgery that cost twice as much or we can do the 1st and if it doesn't work we'll do the other one and charge you for both or take your 8 month old puppy home and watch him more than likely die a slow and very painful death. Doesn't sound like much of a choice. So right now he's lying in a kennel with stitches and staples and he'll be there until tomorrow night.

I'm sitting here conflicted with a number of emotions. Relief that he'll be ok. But I'm mad at him for eating a stinking needle. Mad at myself because its my fault because he's a dog and doesn't understand what he did. And there is a logical emotionally disconnected part of me that says 'its just a dog' but that guy looses every time. Oh well, hopefully I will laugh about all this in the next few weeks.

What will I teach this dog to do next?