Well, last night was interesting.

To give you a bit of background before I get into the story, I have two dogs. Terriers, in fact. My youngest, Beaux, has a doggy allergy problem that took umpteen visits to a vet and eventually a trip to a specialist at Auburn University to figure out. This involved blood tests, skin scrapes,biopsies, possible anal probes and who knows what else they did to my baby. Whatever it was, it was worth it as it provided a solution to his allergy problems while also quickly depleting my vacation money. Double dip.

Since the diagnosis, Beaux has since taken a pill every other day and an allergy shot every month and has bene doing fine. Last night, I gave Beaux his shot just like usual, and things were normal for a few minutes. We went outside to do the nightly business, and Beaux suddenly sat down on his haunches, then fell over on his side. And didn’t move. I immediately sprang into action FREAKED THE HECK OUT and rushed to him to see what the heck was happening. He was panting heavily, and I noticed his eyes had gotten mucousy (GROSS I know I can’t stand doggie eye boogers) and he wasn’t responding to me. This went on for what seemed like an eternity but it was only a few minutes, and I tried to get him up and he wouldn’t move. After more begging and trying to bribe him with cheetos to no avail, which always works, I knew this was serious. He was still getting air in and didn’t seem to be in pain, so I tried to get him to sit up. Ever try to balance a weeble wobble? My dog was imitating me on Bourbon Street. He sat up, teetered two feet and fell over again. I finally drug/carried him back inside the house where I got in touch with one of Beaux’s vets and thank the sweet baby jedebuddah for Face Time because he could see Beaux and I could see him and OMG that made me feel better. We monitored him for a bit and he determined that he was ok for the night and I should consult with his specialist ASAP.

My other dog Teddy was fabulous the entire time. He stuck by Beaux but didn’t get in the way, and after Beaux fell asleep he stood watch over him. It’s amazing to me how dogs react when they sense things aren’t right.

Today Beaux is back to normal, bouncy, barky and running amok outside. Spoke to the allergy vet over the phone who said he should be fine but we are rearranging his shot schedule so this won’t happen again. Apparently a month is too long, and his system reacts better when his shot is bi-weekly.

Thanks for all of the internet love for Beaux and I last night, looks like things are back to normal here at the house of two terriers. Well, depending on your definition of normal.

Ever do something so completely stupid and asinine you wish you were one of those contortionists so you could kick your own ass ?

Yea, me too.

I was in such a hurry to get out of here and get to work the other day that I backed into my dad’s truck. In my own driveway.

I simply forgot it was there and just zipped right into it. Oops. CRASH! CRUNCH ! POW !

Normally, I would have been FREAKING OUT AT DEFCON 5.

But I am no longer normal. I am standing on my own two (often unsteady) feet through widowhood, probate hell, losing my father to cancer and taking care of my mother and the two homes/yards between us, and in between all of that managing to work three jobs, take care of these crazy ass dogs and still have a life.

I am SUPER ABNORMAL ! And I like it.

When you look at a dent and a broken window and then compare it to watching the loves of your life die, wondering if you’ll get to keep your house while lawyers diddle around with the estate rightfully left to you and all of the other crap ? It’s not so bad.

It’s just broken glass. It’s just a car.

I have insurance. I have two other cars to drive. I’m lucky.

I’m lucky that I’m super abnormal.

Or else I would be CRAZY !

P.S. Of course, my dad’s truck is just fine. Like a Rock.

So, yesterday was Mother’s Day. I went to the lake to see my parents, and we enjoyed some fried catfish, hush puppies and all of the fixin’s. Nom Nom Nom. Then we played cards for awhile, and the sun broke out so I decided to go for a swim.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t alone.

Eeeeek !! Usually we find them in the trap, but this little devil was just swimming around like no one’s business…..and it’s a salt water pool !!

Unfortunately, one snake’s mom had an unhappy mother’s day because he is no longer with us. I hate Gregory missed this because he would have been squealing like a little girl, and probably on my shoulders by that point….LOL.

See the shadow of the person standing on the diving board? Guess who?!

Looks like a snakey summer in Alabama.