When the Cat’s Away…
I had to leave work early this afternoon to take this little ham to the vet.
I took her to a new vet today because I now live on a different side of town, so I wanted to find a vet that was closer to my new home. I adored her previous vet and may still take her their on occasion, but it is nearly impossible for me to make it to my old side of town during the work week if she needs to get in to see the Dr. Luckily, the vet today was wonderful and he got a kick out of Ob when he walked into the room and found her sitting on a chair waiting to be seen. I assume most dogs sit on the floor? ha
Long-story-short, she is fine. However, she about gave Dave & me a heart attack 2 nights ago when she woke up in the middle of the night gasping for air. It sounded like she was suffocating or wheezing for about 5 minutes before she finally curled up next to me and drifted back to sleep (needless to say, we didn’t fall back to sleep quite so easily). She did the same weird breathing thing this morning and I decided it was time to take her in. The vet showed me this video and asked if her episode was something similar. I told him it was exactly like that and he laughed and told me it was just a reverse sneeze due to allergies and she was totally fine. But he agreed it would freak the heck out of you if you didn’t know what it was. She also had a cyst looked at on her back, which we will get the results from Saturday but the vet didn’t seem too concerned.
*And that concludes The Ob Show for the day. My apologies to all the non-dog lovers out there who may have just accidentally read through that saga.*
After the vet, we went for a quick 4 mile run before coming home to walk Marley and make dinner.
Dave is out of town, but he will be back tomorrow, which means I’m living it up tonight. You know what the say; when the cat’s away the mice will play. 😉 Dave is going to read that and laugh out loud. I know it. He knows me too well, so he knows the truth: It is 7:30 and I am in my pjs and in bed.
When Dave is gone I take advantage of not having to make dinner for a boy and I eat whatever I want. Tonight, it was a waffle covered in peanut butter and edamame.
Winning combo, right?
I miss Dave so much when he’s gone, but I do love making random meals, crawling into bed super early and watching a Friends or Sex and the City marathon. I wouldn’t trade our life for these lame nights I have alone, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy edamame, peanut butter waffles, Carrie Bradshaw and an 8:30pm bedtime.
I hope you had a happy hump day!
What do you love to do when you have a night alone? Do you eat random things or is that just me?