Today began with a loud heralding of noise, mostly the high pitched squeak of Boogie supported by lower case woofs of Stuff and Rummy. When I went out to the west deck to see what the commotion was all about, there hung Major by his back left toe off the top of the chain link gate. He was panting but not hollaring. Thank goodness he's tall enough to touch ground with his front two legs or he would have been in dire straits. He began to beat his tail against the gate when he saw me and the look in his eye was clear: HELP ME!!! So I went down and tried to extricate his foot, to no avail. Then came a shout to Joseph to come assist. We both lifted this dog up and attempted to take the now pretty swollen toe out from the wire top of the gate. Nope, not happening. In the process this treasure of a dog made not a bark, not a sign of aggression even though we know he was in pain, and seemed to be only grateful for someone to come and help him out. I ended up calling Jack, and then Jerry Cannon, the man who originally found Major and lives down the street. When Jerry got here (first b/c he lives so close) Major wagged his tail in recognition once again and just remained in his trapped position without making a peep. Between Jerry and Joseph, they got the toe out and Major limped over to the pool edge and drank his fill. I have put some canned food mixed with Keflex and Ascripton in his bowl and we shoveled him into his crate for the morning. Poor soul. Just as I thought....not a mean bone in this dog's body and he's SO affectionate for a big cuss that it's just plain remarkable. He's out on the dog porch now barking b/c I'm positive he has to pee since he drank almost half a pool's worth of water when the ordeal was over. Anyway, this guy just has to find his forever home. BUT I don't for a minnit believe he has learned a lesson and won't be jumping over a four foot fence to come around front and see if we'll let him in.
Joseph is now in Emory hospital for a heart treatment and will be there overnight. After I took him there, Garbo slinked (a word???) out of the car and into the lobby of Dr. Ana's for yet a fourth progesterone. I'm waiting to see how far along she's come today. We went over the record of the last two breedings and determined that she didn't ovulate until about day 18, so that puts a problem (ANOTHER) in my schedule inasmuch as I am leaving for Denver on Tuesday and Day 18 doesn't come along until after I've left. Will have to sort this one out for sure.
Anyway, the sleeves are done on the costume and the skirt is almost ready for a waistband. I gotta finish that this afternoon b/c I don't want to miss American Idol tonight. So off to the sewing room now, hoping that the paw on the temporary guest is doing okay and the progesterone test tells me something good. Ciao for now, MsPatty
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