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Cross Posted at ColorMePink!
If you've been visiting me for any length of time, you know that in
September we adopted a beautiful Irish Wolfhound puppy. She was
rescued from a puppy mill and at the time of rescue was severely
malnourished. The rescuer and her vet of choice both recommended not
spaying Fiona until she was 12 months old because of the malnourishment
and because she's what they refer to as a "giant breed". They surmised
that we probably wouldn't have a problem because she might not have a
heat until after her first year due to being so malnourished. (Our vet
didn't agree, but I didn't want to chance it) She turns one in March
and tomorrow we were going to go buy a voucher from the Humane Society
to help alleviate some of the cost and make an appointment for her. A
day late and a dollar short, I'm afraid.
On Saturday morning, she snapped a little bit at Riley (our other,
neutered, dog), which was so out of character for her, that it gave me
pause. Granted, he had his nose inside of her ear and I might have
snapped at someone for that as well, so I warned the kids to give her a
bit more of a berth and we all went about our business. She seemed
lethargic for the rest of the day and even when allowed to run off
leash around the yard, something that she loves to do ordinarily, she
just wasn't that interested.
Yesterday I was walking up the stairs which are polished wood and
show every speck of dust and dirt and noticed that there were little
pink dots on the steps. Obviously they were liquid and as I went to
get a tissue, it dawned on me just exactly what they were. After my
initial panic and screaming, which will certainly result in therapy for
my children regarding women, cycles, menstruation and biology in
general, I calmed down and figured I should probably just deal with it
as panic never solved anything. It feels good sometimes, but doesn't
help. I found a pair of bicycle type shorts that my daughter has
outgrown and was going to good will and a maxi pad and created a
makeshift garment that would at least protect my rugs. The dog was so
horrified by her new outfit that I couldn't even bring myself to take a
picture of the poor creature. The look in her eye caused me to suggest
that Jim and I take over her care completely from the children as I
figured if she bit someone, it should be an adult. She was afraid to
sit, afraid to stand, afraid to walk and really miserable.
I sat around lamenting my situation when it occurred to me that
there are probably products for this sort of thing. I called Petco and
they assured me that there were doggy diapers that would take care of
this situation and that they were only $20 a pack. At that point I
probably would have paid $150 a pack, so I was quite happy with the
price. Jim ran out to pick them up (what a relaxing day off for him,
right? Not.) and when he brought them home and took one out of the
package, I realized that we had just paid $20 for a $6 package of
diapers with a hole cut out of the back to accommodate the tail. I
didn't really care at that point. I was just glad that someone else
had thought of a solution and I didn't have to. We got the diaper on
her and at least she was able to lie on the rug in front of the glass
door, which is her favorite spot.
We have a plan. She won't be allowed off leash until this fiasco is
over and we're still going to go ahead and buy the voucher and make the
appointment for March. All in all, I think we handled it fairly well.
Disaster had been averted. Fiona's still not happy though and when I
look in her eyes, I recognize that look. It says, "leave me the hell
alone", and I know just how she feels.
anthropomorphic? What's that mean?
Christine blogs about her life at ColorMePink! and about her designs at StarBright Jewels
