I’ll Be Home For Christmas…Maybe

So it’s almost October, which is just a hop, skip and a jump from December. That means Christmas is around the corner. Having recently moved to Texas and now that I have my rescue pup, Christmas plans have become much more stressful. I’m currently in the process of determining if I can make it home, for how long, and what I should do with my little nugget.

I have three options. 1) Fly home with Henry. 2) Fly home and leave Henry in a boarding facility. 3) Stay in Texas with Henry. Sorry family, I care more about the dog??

I’ve thrown out option one since flying home with Henry would require drugging him, putting him in a crate, and loading him into the bottom of a plane. I just feel like that is way too traumatizing. Plus he has a week stomach and gets very sick any time he needs medicine.

So now I’m down to options two and three. Most people would probably be looking at the financial considerations first. How much are flights? How much does boarding cost? How much money will it take to make my family crappy home made Christmas gifts? Can I bring cookie tins on the plan? I mean, checking a bag is THE WORST.

I wish I could say I am basing my decision on such sensible thoughts, but that would be a lie. Don’t get me wrong, I am looking into all that, but honestly, I think the determining factor will really be if I can bring myself to leave Henry and be apart from him for a week??? I am seriously considering not going home for Christmas just so I don’t have to leave my dog. What does that say about my life?

In my defense a big part of it is because Henry is a rescue pup and he freaks out if you try and force him into a crate. The groomer learned that the hard way. I don’t want him to think I’ve left him for good if I leave for the week and I don’t want him to be cramped in a crappy crate all day. Who knows how often they actually take all the little nugglets out!!

To help, my co-worker suggested I check out a place called Barker Heights Bed and Biscuit. It’s a pet boarding facility in neighboring Harker Heights. This. Place. Is. Amazing. It will basically cost me my life savings…all $300 of it, but Henry would have his own room WITH A TV and a private yard so he can go out and poop any time. Henry is very regular, so that’s super important. The TV is on 24/7 and plays pet shows and pet food commercials and shit. So sweet. You can also pay extra for your dog to receive “extended individual play.” Basically a worker person chills with your dog for like 8 hours. I don’t even do that! All of that is great and all, but here is the best part….you can pay to have cameras rolling in the room 24/7. The cameras are hooked up to an internet feed so you can check in on your pet any time you want over the internet!! WHATTT! It’s like that Panda cam at the zoo! There little saying is “So you can see here, when you can’t be here!”  Oh my goodness. They have answered my prayers. Can I get this installed in my apartment for when I’m at work? Here’s the link if you want to check how sweet this place is.

So I’m still not sure what I’m going to do since I might have to take out a small loan to afford these sweet digs for my little turd, but it’s good to know I have a pretty nice option for my Christmas travels if I need it.

Some other things I will also be considering when making my travel plans:

1) My nephews who I see too little of now.

Not sure I want to miss out on this…

Not happy to receive shoes.

Not happy to receive shoes. What’s happening with your eyes Logan? Did you get into the dessert wine? Are you drunk again??

Very happy to receive Lincoln Logs

Very happy to receive Lincoln Logs. Two things are also happening in this picture 1) Dad will always get trash duty on Christmas morning and 2) My parents have given up on wrapping and started keeping things right in the Amazon box. Cutting open the box is almost as cool as unwrapping presents right?

2) The weather.

Not sure I want leave mild winter in Texas for this….

Snow

But then again, the snow can be beautiful

But then again, the snow can be beautiful

Who am I kidding...the snow sucks.

Who am I kidding…the snow sucks.

3) My grandmother

She really wants me to come back for Christmas. She’s resorted to guilt…last time we talked she said I’ll start praying that you can come home. Man oh man, now I think I have to.

Mims with my adorable sisters :)

Mims with my adorable sisters 🙂 Seriously Erin, you were one cute kid.

Apparently I Look Like a Man…

This weekend I was taking Henry for our usual walk around the neighborhood when I noticed a bunch of estate sale signs. Normally not my thing, but this particular estate sale was for a house that is at the bottom of a big hill that is really more compound than a house since there are like eight random barns down there so I was intrigued. Henry and I made our way down and looked around for a minute. I made the wise decision not to let Henry in the house (despite approval from the owners) since he would probably sniff/knock over/pee on everything, so we quickly turned around and headed back towards home.

As I was heading back up the hill, several families stopped to admire Henry, which of course he loves. He’ll sit down in front of them and put up his paw. They freak out about how adorable that was and start petting him like crazy. Smart little bastard. One couple actually acknowledged my presence (believe me, that rarely happens) and asked my name. After I responded, the man said “Ohhh I’ve seen you guys walking through the neighborhood a bunch.” To which I said “Yepp, that’s us! Every morning!” Then the guys says this “Does your Dad walk him sometimes too?”

Two things are wrong with that question:

1. That means he thinks I look young enough to still live with my Father….I swear I’m not 12, I’m actually 23. What 12 year old takes their dog out for a walk every morning at 6am anyway? That would be one responsible kid! Anddd what 12 year old randomly visits estate sales on a Saturday morning by themselves? That would be one weird kid.

2. It’s always me walking Henry so that means that some mornings when this guy see’s us walking he thinks I’m an older man. Seriously? I’ve been growing my hair out and everything! I know I’m always in work out clothes, my hair is usually a mess, and I never have make up on, but come on man! It’s 6am! I’m also really not sure how you transform from a 12 year old to an old man either. Would have made more sense if he thought it was my brother walking Henry.

I offered the guy an out and just smiled and said “Nope, it’s just me, but I think there is another guy in the neighborhood with a bassett.” Instead of taking the out, he said “No, it was definitely this dog so I guess it was just you.”

Awesome. Thanks sir. I will encourage Henry to pee on your mailbox now.

 

A Sick Puppy = One Terrible Weekend

This weekend turned into my worst nightmare. Everyone who knows me knows that my dog, Henry, is like my first born child. I obsess over him. (Who wouldn’t…he’s freaking adorable). Thursday night, on our evening walk,  Henry sat down and refused to walk. Not like him. I ended up having to carry him (all 50 pounds and we we’re not close to home) back to the apartment. I tend to over react so I figured I’d wait and see how he was in the morning. He was way worse. He couldn’t walk at all and was shaking pretty badly. When he tried to walk he would trip and fall. It looked like he had lost all use of his back legs.

PANIC MODE!! I hadn’t found a vet I like yet here in Temple…. Reminder… this is my child who I obsess over so the right vet is very important. Plus, they have to compete with my Rhode Island vet who let me call every two seconds…he gave me his cell phone number…big mistake. I had a really bad feeling and knew I needed to find a good vet ASAP so I ran over to my neighbor Nancy’s apartment. She has an awesome dog named Thor so I figured she’d have good advice. She told me absolutely take him to her vet, Doctor Gosney. He’s the best, according to Nancy. Thank goodness for Nancy and Doctor Gosney. He saw Henry at 10am on Friday and knew right away that it was a problem with his spine. After poking and prodding, an uncomfortable anal thermometer, and an XRay he determined that poor Henry had disc compression in his 7th vertebrae. Not good. It basically means that the disc is being pushed into his spinal cord. Untreated Henry could become paralyzed! Panic mode went to freak out mode reallll quick. Dr. Gosney explained it’s a common problem in hounds, dachshund, and beagles because of their body shapes and then went over the two options. (1) we try conservative treatment. Basically try and fix the problem with a cocktail of anti-inflammatory’s, muscle relaxers, and steroids. This also requires keeping Henry as still as possible for several days while he heals. Easier said then done. That’s the part we are working on now. After 10 days, if Henry isn’t responding to the treatment or if he gets worse suddenly before then, we go to option two. (2) Henry goes into emergency surgery to remove a portion of his spine. WHATTTT. Not happening to my baby. Needless to say Friday I was a mess and not much better Saturday since he was vomiting every hour Friday night into the morning because of all the medicine. Literally heart breaking…and really gross.

The good news…Henry seems to be healing. He can’t go up or down any stairs, get in and out of the bed, or jump on or off the couch. He is really not loving that last one. To keep him off the bed and couch I have been sleeping on the floor. My back is not happy, but Henry is :). He is also only allowed to go out to go to the bathroom…long walks have been put on hold. He is not a big fan of that rule either. I’ll go back to the vet’s after the 4th, but I’m thinking/ hoping he won’t need the surgery.

The other good news…I have some pretty incredible people in my life. Co-workers keeping me busy at work on Friday so I didn’t think about having to leave him at the vet’s (thanks Rebecca), friends letting me freak out via text/email and family letting my cry over the phone. My mom even called the vet to get more information about the odds of success and all that scariness that I couldn’t bring myself to ask. So, sorry everyone for being a mess and THANK YOU for being awesome!

My adorable little nugget

My adorable little nugget. Don’t you just want to love him??