Dog Days

You know, just when you start to get caught up --- Well, you know. This paycheck we finally were seeming to catch up a little. And last night I saw one of our little dogs, Sparky. His eye looked like he had injured it, like in a fight or something, but I didn't get a good look. So I told Syd to go look at him.

His ENTIRE eye was out of the eye socket. Yeah............... pretty disturbing. And you know what was even worse than the disturbing part? The price to "fix" it. I HAD to do something for the little thing, I couldn't shove it back in myself. So today, $790 later (and that was the cheaper of the 2 prices, the other was $2000), Sparky's eyeball, which he will never use again, is back inside his little cranium. Along with antibiotics and pain meds.

Damn dog. And we don't even like him. He is a little shit dog. Always starting shit (obviously) and the worse case of short term memory I've ever seen. He always wants to take on the big dogs in his little body. He thinks he's a Rottie.

He'll probably get hit by a car now - that would be my luck.
Little shit dog.
But I still felt sorry for him.
He's just lucky it was my payday. Or nothing would have happened.
Poor Sparky.

I'm getting rid of the two dogs who are guilty of hurting him. Yep - the pound. The vet said it was for sure another dog that hurt him. Its time. (Don't worry, not Syd's little dog she just got back). I've given them a hundred thousand chances with other things, and always let them get by. They are badly behaved dogs that we tried to give a chance to. So they are going. Unless Tyler finds a home for "his" dog that he never takes care of. This was what is called "The last straw."

It is supposed to be 116 to 118 today. Its like an inferno here.
Dog Days for sure.

Here is a picture of Sparky.