Ma and me woke up at 5:15 but decided to snuggle and think about food rather than jump out of bed.
As we have to scone this morning and she works this afternoon at the antique mall we thought about an easy dinner.
The big ham we had last a Sunday is still giving. It’s like the fish at the feeding of the five thousand it just keeps on giving.
So we decided to get to grips with it and strip it to the bone.
The bones are being boiled. I could have crunched them nicely but Ma doesn’t give me bones incase they stick in my throat.
Instead she cut up all the little fatty bits and made little lardons out of them that will be going into my dinner this week to tempt me to “eat up Scooby”.
It started with my breakfast.
It was yummy and such a good way to start the Christmas week.
Hi y’all it’s your favorite Pitty pups publishing today.
Have you missed me? I understand it must be hard to listen to that old grey gizzard every day!
I’ve been super busy eating and am now less than one pound short of grumpy’s weight.
He does not know what I have in store for him when I’m fully grown.
You should see my teeth! Enough of him anyway.
I’ve got this great new experience in my life. Food that doesn’t disappear.
As you know Auntie Denise magiced this up for us.
I love her so much and jump on her every morning.
Just when your feeling bored and sad having had your dinner Ma jumps up and tosses these indestructible osi on the floor for me and the aloof wolf to get to grips with.
He tries to assert himself and take both tibiae but I’m too talented to allow that.
I do a quick fart, he heads to the door for air and I grab one.
Now I’m not greedy as he’d have you believe.
All I want is my fair share.
Kept me busy right through till bedtime without a single snarl. Truly this is the stuff of dream. It’s like doggie chewing gum!
We helped him blow out his candle though and ate some of his white chocolate money!
He’s taking the day off work and so is Ma so they can go and do some serious eating and spend a penny.
Poor Dad can’t go but we’re taking care of him and we’ll all be getting take out tonight too so we can all enjoy. You never know what might pop out of the box!
I have been promoted and given additional responsibilities.
The snowman was an insufficient deterrent to keep jaws away from the Christmas tree. So far, from what we have seen, she has eaten a frosty bauble and a disco style along with part of the tree skirt. The extent of the destruction may be greater as there are so many danglers on the fir it’s hard to say unless you catch her noshing down.
She will be evicted from the premises if caught once more.
Maybe she’ll do us all a favor and eat the lights. A nice little electric shock or better still electrocution would go down well.
Ma is past herself shouting at her.
I’m just glad I can help my ancient P.
Definitely Santa will not be dropping off anything unless she shapes up sharp. Maybe that nasty cat uncle Sandy says roams around Iceland will come instead.
I’m so glad I found my Mom and adopted her because she needs all the love she can get.
She is a nutter.
She’ll try anything. Way too much shelf confidence.
Yesterday is a prime example. She can’t find anymore of that Christmas mince pie filling stuff in the stores so she says to Dad « I’ve got an idea, I’m going to do an experiment »
So she takes a cup of marmalade, fires into it some raisins and sultanas and enough cinnamon to sent a Starbucks for the season.
She makes her mince pies and they look lovely going into the oven.
She takes on that smug « I’m a baking genius » look and settles down with a cuppa to wait for the delight.
DISASTER!
The stuffing bubbles out all over the place.
So much so she can’t even get half the wretched things out of the pan. A few were rescued for Christmas Day.
Of course I’m now smirking as I know what’s coming my way. No waste in our place.
Of course I can’t have the fruity stuff as it’s « not good for dogs Scooby » but I get lots of the pastry pieces.
Sweet in fact very very very sweet! Dad loved them mushed up or not said they needed less chewing!
Goes without saying the bro ate them too as he’d eat anything that isn’t walking.
They were odd for my refined palate but certainly much better than the flying saucers she made for the niece and me. Those things we’re really very tough on the teeth but I nomnomed them anyway to spare her feelings.
Dad felt cold for some days even though the house is like an oven.
My nose told me something was up. I’d have given him my coat if I could!
Big ears also sensed something strange was going on. She hasn’t a great snout but man those ears are like sonars.
On Friday morning Ma took him to have his blood work done for his regular check up scheduled for tomorrow.
All went well.
Well that was until we got the results. They came in just as Ma got home from work. Everything looked great with lipids and minerals and all those good things. EXCEPT his hemoglobin was extremely low. Ma was pondering what to do when the doctor who monitors clinical chemistry at the laboratory called.
He said get Dad to the emergency room immediately for a transfusion. So off they sped leaving the monster and me to our own devices.
They took Dad immediately and pumped in some of the red stuff.
He needed two units so had to stay overnight to get the second.
They then decided since he was at the hospital they’d do an endoscopy to see if he was loosing blood in his stomach. So he stayed yesterday too.
The endoscopy results showed nothing strange. That’s good news!
So now the dilemma is where did the blood loss come from. We know it’s not the upper GI and we know from September it’s not the lower GI so it must be somewhere in the middle.
The only way to find out is have him swallow a camera. That would mean another two days fasting!
Fortunately this can be done as an outpatient.
So Dad is back home again. They’ve stopped his anticoagulants so he will have less chance of bleeding and we’re going to monitor his hemoglobin over the next days to make sure it’s stabilized.
