Yeah, I’m shouting. The Knight has been fussing for a while about me being too loud at times. I’d had some ringing in my ears a few weeks ago, but it went away. Long story short, my doctor is much more interested in the fluid behind my ear than my allergies. It’s all being treated with Flonase and eye drops. Of course, I don’t have either in hand yet, so we’ll see…
I just don’t have it in me to write much today. Aside from feeling icky, we learned this morning that Uncle’s Sissy the very senior basset, with a tumor much too much like Fred’s, died last night. It was a blessing, but it’s still sad. In the same breath, Uncle told us that last week, our Sissy’s father charged through his invisible fence after a deer, was hit by a car and died.
So, the Knight and I are quite done fooling ourselves pretending with all efforts to teach Sissy to deny her inner hunter. We have a nice fenced pen in the back yard, and after next weekend, the Knight and most likely CP, Neighbor Guy and Nephew will add steps to our back deck so we can let the girls out into the pen from inside.
I hate to restrict them. They both love to race and run and hunt, but it’s just not worth it. Maybe when we get around to the addition (you know, the one I really thought we’d build this spring, before the economy bottomed out and the Knight became chief?), we’ll fence in much more of the yard so they have more room to run.
The pen we have now will afford them room to chase each other and it is on the edge of the woods, so birds and squirels will entice them, but trust me, the pen is VERY secure, and high enough even Sissy can’t get out of it. It just makes me sad, all of it.
Uncle’s Sissy and her tumor ripped the scab off my heart. Fred suffered because of missed signs and symptoms. No one will ever convince me otherwise, and I hold myself as responsible as anyone, but it scares me that two unrelated bassets died so similarly.
Sorry I’m just a big ol’ grump today. Tomorrow will be better. Maybe the nose spray and eye drops will help, but at the very least, I’ll have an evening at home with the Knight and the fur-girls for the first time since … I’m not sure when.
Don’t forget that tomorrow is the last day for the contest.