Domestic Geek

I'm really worried about the big dog. She's not limping anymore, but now she's not eating or pooing. She won't even take a dog treat cookie. I hope she's not going to die soon. She's almost 12 years old and that's old for a large breed dog like a Malamute, but still, I don't want to lose her. I decided if she doesn't eat by tomorrow, I'll buy her some soft food to see if it is the fact that maybe she can't chew. *sigh*

My poor old big dog, Ursa. I think she either twisted or sprained her leg. She was fine when I got home yesterday about 4:30 and she was still fine when I went bed. By the time Marcus got home after 7, she couldn't walk on it and you could tell she was really in pain. She's almost 12 years old and she has a touch of arthritis. Sometimes she just falls while she's walking along for no reason. I feel so bad for her, sometimes. When I let her outside at 2 this morning, she got down the stairs just fine but then couldn't get back up them to get into the house. I ended up having to carry her. That's when I knew she was really having trouble because normally she hates to be picked up. I think it just doesn't happen enough for her to be used to it as she weighs over 100 lbs. She seemed almost relieved that I carried her. My poor baby. To make matters worse, our other dog, Skippy, is a total dork and he's always dancing all around. He keeps knocking her over. *sigh*

So, how weird is this?

I was driving down Buckley Rd./Airport Blvd. on my way home from school today and I got stopped at the traffic light by Aurora's technical school (Pickens). It just happens to be across the street from the veterinary office where I had to have my rabbit, Stryper, put down about six years ago. I couldn't help it, but I started bawling and missing him terribly. Probably due to sleep deprivation more than anything, but the pain I felt was just as bad as that day. I'm going to have to put Styper's story on my pets page. He was a good bunny.

My Alaskan Malamute dog, Ursa, has been waking us up the last few nights. It's pretty bad if she's waking Marcus up. He could sleep through a tornado, I think. She has taken to chewing on, of all things, the bedroom door's doorstop. I don't understand why, after almost four years of living here, she has decided that this is a chew toy. It's totally destroyed. I need to replace it so the door's finish isn't ruined, but if I get the same style, she'll just chew the new one up, as well. It's not like she doesn't have stuff to chew on. I get her bones regularly, she gets dog treats a couple of times a day, she eats dry dog food. *sigh*