Saturday, September 14, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Hubby and I noticed that one of Bella's canines looked like it was rotting. We attributed it to improper dental care on our part so we bought Bella tons of treats that were supposed to rid of plaque and even bought some spray for her mouth. Finally, we gave in and had her looked at by the vet.
It turns out that not only does Bella have bad legs, allergies, corneal dystrophy, and a long list of other quirks, but her teeth are also misaligned. Her incisor was hitting on her canine and slowly wearing down the enamel. I actually find this to be somewhat comical since I work in the orthodontic industry. The vet felt that the best way to save that canine was to extract the incisor causing the damage.
Nearly $450 later, I was able to bring Bella home. For the next fourteen days I had to feed her soft foods only, which meant soaking her kibble in warm water for a good twenty minutes before feeding it to her. She was not a fan of this at all. I have also perfected dispensing medication to her. Bella is too smart to fall for the good ol' peanut butter trick so now I stuff her pills in moist dog food and feed her out of my hand. She can't resist!
Bella was extremely woozy from the anesthesia they gave her for her surgery. She insisted on following me upstairs when I changed out of my work clothes when we got home. After going downstairs on my own for a few minutes, I heard some crying. She was trapped at the top of the stairs and I had to carry her 70-lb furry butt downstairs.
Oh, Bella. I love you so.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Did you know that:
It's true. I know this from first hand experience. Seriously. I was driving about 60mph through post to work with my coworker and a wild turkey decided to commit suicide by flying into my windshield.
Still don't believe me? This is a picture of my car on the side of the road last Wednesday morning:
And this is all the glass that was shattered all over me. I pulled tiny bits of glass out of my hand. Thankfully, no one was hurt. Except the turkey. At least I think it was hurt. We couldn't find it anywhere on the side of the road.
I was so shocked after it happened that I didn't even pull over immediately. My coworker had to tell me to do so. I couldn't tell how bad the damage was until later. The windshield was caving in. I'm so fortunate that the glass didn't get into my eyes.
I didn't even know what had hit us until my coworker told me. She said she had seen it eating its breakfast then take flight right into my car. I spent the entire day explaining what had happened to my boss, the insurance company, the towing company, the body shop, and anyone who would listen.
"Yes. A turkey. A turkey flew into my windshield."
To make matters worse, neither my husband nor my coworker's husband were home so we had to rely on strangers to help us on the side of the road.
I still can't believe it really. It's okay to laugh. It's really quite hilarious, except that it cost us $300 to replace my windshield.
But it could have been so much worse. Google it and see. This happens far more often than you would think.
Something must be done about these crazy suicidal turkeys.
P.S. If you ever need to replace or repair a windshield (due to a wild turkey or otherwise), I highly recommend Safelite. Their technician was able to get it replaced without me even being present and their customer service was fantastic. They also gave me a 20% discount simply because I asked for it as I had read about it online.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
One advantage of living on the East Coast is being able to go to beaches again. We drove about two hours to beautiful Oak Island with Bella in tow along with towels, chairs, two coolers full of drinks and food, and a tent we had purchased the night before for eight bucks.
Hubby was so excited to finally see a beach again and I had never truly experienced the Atlantic Ocean. I had heard that the sand was softer, the air was cleaner, and the water was warmer. All of these things were true, but it wasn't exactly a smooth trip.
The day started off rocky when we realized that the beach wasn't as secluded as we had thought. We couldn't drive right up to the beach and had to cross some sand dunes before we reached the water. The two of us had over prepared for the trip and saw that we had to take several trips to grab all of our things. To make it worse, the handle to one of our coolers snapped.
On our first trip to the ocean, Hubby walked ahead of us. Bella started whining so I thought she just wanted to be near him, but eventually she collapsed on the sand and wouldn't budge. The sand was too hot for her poor paws! Hubby, seeing this, immediately ran to her barefoot and carried her to the water. In doing so, he burned his feet and blistered.
Next, we tried to put up our tent to shield us from the sun. The blustering wind made it nearly impossible to set it up, but we eventually were able to get it up. Hubby went back to the car to grab a few more items while I sat in the tent and waited for his return. An especially strong wind blew the tent over and since I was alone I had to hold it in place until Hubby could come back and help me.
Finally, we ended up tearing the entire thing down. Once we settled in, Hubby was ready to drink out of the special glass soda bottles we purchased especially for the trip. Of course, we realized that we did not have a bottle opener with us. For a moment I thought Hubby was going to pack everything up and leave right then and there, he looked so frustrated.
I convinced him to cool down in the ocean and Bella amazingly seemed alright in the water. I joined them and suddenly she was a brand new dog. She loved it! The beach was never something she enjoyed until now. She even began fetching in the water. I was such a proud parent!
Monday, September 2, 2013