Simon Saturday
"Simon's eye is fucked up."
"How so."
"Look at him..."
Five minute contemplation.
"What's the problem with it?"
"Are you looking at the same fucking dog that I am?"
"It's swollen yeah."
"Yeah, like swollen shut. Should we take him in?"
Five more minutes of severly aggrevating contemplation.
"It's that god damned four foot tall weed canvas we call a backyard. It needs to be mowed like now."
/key grabbing.
--
Mr. Morgan is currently at walmart getting mowing supplies and I have locked the dogs in for the interim. Looking at Weeman all fucked up has made me very nervous. I washed his eye with a warm cloth and cut all hair away from it (he looks stupid but that is not a crucial factor at the moment) and as I cleaned it, I can't say WHAT was popping out, but it was very red and very angry. How he is wagging his tail I do not know. If my eye did that shit - and once it did, but slightly differently, I had no wag in my tail. The photo above is not exactly how he looks, it DOES open, but is extremely annoyed and very blinky.
Between Delilah drinking a bowl of water a day and Simon's eye issues..... my weekend is not starting off on the waggy-est of ways. We are watching and will take him in promptly if this doesn't clear up soon or if it gets worse. Suffice to say I'm frustrated because I've been bitching about those weeds for months, knowing he plows through them with his eyes wide open and asking to get fucked up because he is stupid. It's our job to make his obstacles fewer and we suck. I can't run a mower or a weed wacker. I've tried, all attempts were a disaster and could have ended in a visit to emerg.
I suppose that's all. I am simply pacing the house today and staring at the dogs and wondering how I could remotely go on vacation with both of my kids potentially in a health situation that I need to be present for. Everyone knows someone or has HAD a trip that when back you get the bad news or one thing or another. I would lose my shit. I'm losing it now and both are in my sight. Hope you all are having a less OCD weekend.
-DM
"How so."
"Look at him..."
Five minute contemplation.
"What's the problem with it?"
"Are you looking at the same fucking dog that I am?"
"It's swollen yeah."
"Yeah, like swollen shut. Should we take him in?"
Five more minutes of severly aggrevating contemplation.
"It's that god damned four foot tall weed canvas we call a backyard. It needs to be mowed like now."
/key grabbing.
--
Mr. Morgan is currently at walmart getting mowing supplies and I have locked the dogs in for the interim. Looking at Weeman all fucked up has made me very nervous. I washed his eye with a warm cloth and cut all hair away from it (he looks stupid but that is not a crucial factor at the moment) and as I cleaned it, I can't say WHAT was popping out, but it was very red and very angry. How he is wagging his tail I do not know. If my eye did that shit - and once it did, but slightly differently, I had no wag in my tail. The photo above is not exactly how he looks, it DOES open, but is extremely annoyed and very blinky.
Between Delilah drinking a bowl of water a day and Simon's eye issues..... my weekend is not starting off on the waggy-est of ways. We are watching and will take him in promptly if this doesn't clear up soon or if it gets worse. Suffice to say I'm frustrated because I've been bitching about those weeds for months, knowing he plows through them with his eyes wide open and asking to get fucked up because he is stupid. It's our job to make his obstacles fewer and we suck. I can't run a mower or a weed wacker. I've tried, all attempts were a disaster and could have ended in a visit to emerg.
I suppose that's all. I am simply pacing the house today and staring at the dogs and wondering how I could remotely go on vacation with both of my kids potentially in a health situation that I need to be present for. Everyone knows someone or has HAD a trip that when back you get the bad news or one thing or another. I would lose my shit. I'm losing it now and both are in my sight. Hope you all are having a less OCD weekend.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
9:34 AM
2 Comments:
Update on Simon??? I hope all the little Morgans are recovering.
He's going to the doc tomorrow. We've had all the guilt we can take in hoping it would clear up. -DM
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