It’s officially Christmas time! We hosted two Thanksgiving dinners, one with each of our families. We’re thankful to have them all in our lives! We even got to FaceTime with my in-laws, who are currently in CA, being warm and making me jealous ๐. I supplied craft materials for all the kids to make a Thanksgiving picture frame and pulled out my Instax camera that Philip got me for Christmas two years ago and I never remember I have. I’m going to check and see what brand of batteries is in that thing because they’ve never been changed and they are still good!
Another thing I’m thankful for is Sansa gets her staples out tomorrow. We are on cone #2 now and I/she can’t wait for it to come off. The first cone made it about 5 days before she cracked it. A combination of her running into every wall she came near and the back of my leg all the time, and Sophie trying to rip it off her head created the first crack completely across the width of it, along the velcro closure. I patched it with some pretty pink duct tape and put it back on her. That lasted for about another two days before the front edge cracked and I patched it with some clear packing tape so that it didn’t block her vision. These both happened Friday-Sunday so by Monday she needed a new one. She also needed a couple more staples because sometime over the course of the weekend two popped out. I called to schedule an appointment and they told me she would probably be fine (the staples were supposed to come out this past Friday) but I could bring her up if I wanted. I wanted. The wound looked swollen and weepy. I put her in my Jeep and when I pulled onto the highway, her head came forward between my front seats and did the cone the rest of the way in. By the time we arrived it was completely cracked and just barely hanging on ๐. She got a new cone, some more antibiotic, two new staples, and an extended removal date. The vet tech told me to keep her as calm as possible because a knot (she used a proper word for it that I don’t remember) had formed behind her sutures and we didn’t want them coming out. Right, okay. I get it but I also wonder if she has dogs. I asked if they were going to send her home with a sedative because calm isn’t really their thing. She told me to give her Benadryl. Well, Sansa isn’t really the problem in all this. Sophie on the other hand….She’s the one who needs tranquilized for the next week or so. I thought about getting a cone for her, just to even the playing field. She is the instigator always. She gets Sansa worked up and she even bites her staples. She’s a pain in the ass but I love her. We yell at them every time they get rowdy and try to intervene and play calmly with them but that’s not always easy. Especially when you’re trying to get something done, like school work. You have to constantly watch them when they get out to pee also because Soph seems to lose her listening ears as soon as the cold air hits her face. I’ve gone outside into the yard in my socks twice to break them up ๐ก.
First “fix”
Second “fix”
I snapped this pic right before we went into the vet’s office. Total destruction.
The cone took some getting used to ๐๐๐
Poor girl didn’t know where to put her foot.
It didn’t take long before she got the hang of it though.
However, Soph is not enjoying Sansa being unable to run and play with her. She gets bored.
And when she’s been yelled at enough times for bothering Sansa, she’ll decide to bother someone else. This was her while I was trying to do my homework.
Practicing yoga: Downward Dog
Being a flamingo.
Perfecting her Corpse pose. Marsha, she may have outmastered you, just sayin ๐คท๐ป♀️
Sansa enjoying a rare moment of freedom from her cone while Mom cleans it. That thing gets nasty!
I know Sansa will be excited to get her cone off but she has managed to find it useful. For example, she can hold her toys in it. However, she’ll be glad she won’t get stuck in the bathroom anymore. Sansa isn’t a barky dog (unless there’s someone outside. Or if there’s not someone outside but she thinks there’s something outside ๐) so you know she needs something when she barks. The first time she got stuck we were in bed and heard her whining. I think she had followed Philip in and then didn’t make it out. Our bathroom is small and she has to check to see if you’ve emptied the toilet paper roll anytime someone goes in. Or anyone someone doesn’t go in and she remembers she hasn’t checked in the last five minutes. Well the toilet is behind the door so she has to close it to check but then she can’t get her big head with that cone back out without someone helping her. I’m not even sure how many times that’s happened now. Too many, for sure. Another thing she *thinks* she can’t do is drink water when the bowl is on the ground ๐. About three days in she spent the entire day whining, driving me crazy. I thought she wanted the biscuits that were on the counter. She doesn’t bark often but she can be demanding when it comes to bread products. I kept yelling at her to go lay down. When it started raining later that day she kept wanting out on the deck (going outside in the rain is totally not her thing) and then licked the water off the boards. I finally put her bowl of water outside and she drank out of it on the deck. However, when she came back in she wouldn’t drink unless one of us held it up to mouth level for her ๐๐๐. So this has been ongoing since then. She’s a smart girl so I’m pretty sure this is a manipulation technique but it’s better than her being dehydrated and whining all day. Soph also thinks she needs to get in on that action so she always comes over to have a drink too when you’re holding it for Sansa. Sometimes, Sansa finishes and walks away and it will be a few seconds before I realize that I’m only holding it for Sophie and there’s no need and I put it down ๐.
Again, I’m so thankful her staples come out tomorrow (hopefully! As long as she didn’t do anymore damage) This has been an adventure that I hope to never have again!
Sansa working smarter, not harder.
We went to see Kevin Hart on Friday night and the show was amazing. He had three openers, who are part of a group called the Plastic Cup Boyz (a lame name in my opinion but whatevs.) The third one may have been even better than Kevin Hart. I laughed until I cried at him. This is Kevin’s newest tour and none of the content has been aired yet so they told us no less than 56 times not to have your cellphone out. In fact, you couldn’t even have it turned on if it was out. If they caught you with your cellphone out and turned on, you were ejected from the show. We saw a couple people get escorted out. I gotta tell ya though, the cell phone police was a geriatric force and there were a lot of stairs. So they were vigilant in the beginning but I think climbing those stairs became too much and they slacked in the later parts of the show. They had glow stick necklaces that they twirled around in circles when they caught someone and this alerted security to come kick them out. That was super distracting and made me wanna throw something at them. We had terrible seats, like last row , top of the arena but we didn’t care. That just meant we could get out easier and didn’t have to wait on a million people. The traffic was backed up getting out of there. It was in Pittsburgh and I may prefer driving in NYC over there. The streets are confusing and people block the light so you can’t get out. However, it didn’t take nearly as long to get out of the city as it did when Lori and I went to the Taylor Swift concert in Columbus. This could be because we parked in a lot rather than a parking garage. I won’t make that mistake again if I can help it.
The steps the geriatric cell phone police had to continually climb ๐ณ
What’s left of a binky Kong Soph ate while we were in Pittsburgh. Don’t worry, she threw it all up on our bedroom floor at 7am the next morning ๐.
Soph supervising us putting together a cabinet in the basement.
Next weekend is the Christmas parade in town and then Sunday we are going to see A Christmas Story in Parkersburg. I’m getting in the Christmas spirit but I’m not ready to put our tree up just yet. This is Sophie’s first Christmas and I can already imagine what kind of damage she’s going to do to it. Ugh.