Bee likes dog sitting too.
I love my dogs so much and feel so frustrated when I can’t provide for them.
I’ve been working my ass off. Tom’s been working his ass off. Boo and Vinney have to be kenneled when we’re not home. This can be upwards of 9 hours some days. Stuck in a little box for 9 hours. And then even when we do get home, often we go to bed within 3 hours, then its back to the crate.
I bought Boo a membership to Bayview Bark, but its hard to make their hours since I work late. I can’t afford daycare, and I can’t even play with them outside because none of them are very “winterized” (and neither am I).
I noticed today Vinney has hotspots. Add that to his list of issues including blackheads, dry skin, and a sensitive stomach.
Pepe seems so depressed lately. I feel so stupid when I try to cheer him up and he just stares at me.
Having three dogs is hard. Really hard sometimes.
Winter is so difficult on both Pepe and I.
I get these dark red circles around my eyes because I’m really prone to dry skin there.
Pepe gets dry skin on his whole underside, by his ears, and on his butt.
We both don’t want to fucking get out of bed.
I’ve been spritzing tea tree oil all over the damn place.
Rough morning
Last night around 9 PM I woke up from my nap and called Pepe to go downstairs. He was hesitant about jumping off the bed but I knew he’d done it before so I didn’t care. I said “Pepe, I’m leaving without you.” and started to walk down the stairs. Halfway down I heard him hit the floor and start screaming. I ran back up and he was limping and crying and just wouldn’t stop. When I picked him up he cried some more. For the rest of the night he acted like this. He shook and panted all night long. He stayed very still, and looked at me out of the side of his eyes like I threw him at the wall or something. I know Pepe has a way of feeling sorry for himself (he must get it from his mother) so I decided not to worry about it and went to bed.
This morning though he was in the exact same shape. Panting, shaking, and screeched when I picked him up. I gave in and called the vet. After the 40 minute drive there, I dropped him off and just ran around and waited for them to call. I couldn’t wait anymore so I just went back. He just happened to be finished. Turns out he only jarred his neck and front legs. He couldn’t turn his head to the right, and when he did THATS when he would screech. It also makes sense why he was looking at me out of the side of his eyes; he couldn’t turn his head to look at me. He sat still because everything hurt and was freaking out because he was afraid to move. So the vet gave him a muscle relaxer and pain medication for me to give him for the week.
He’s already doing much better. Don’t scare me like that, Pepe.
