It all begins innocently enough... A slight cough, a sniffle and then the next thing you know you've got no Mom. She's lying in the recliner and no amount of staring, whimpering or even the insistent bark is going to move her. You try your technique again hoping against all hope she'll at least give you some sign of life but nopes nothing.
These are the days every pup fears. The Dad days.. (Forgive us you single pawrent/Dad only pups) Here at my house it's my Mom's steady hand guiding the rudder. Typically we flow from one day to another everything working like a well oiled machine. Our routine is the same everyday with Mom on deck. Morning potty time proceeds 1st round of pills, breakies for myself and Tabby Cat, a short nap time followed by my 2nd round of medications.
That is until we end up with a sick Mom. Then it's every pup and cat for himself. On no Mom days our lives are ruled by confusion and pandemonium. I don't like eating my breakfast without my Tabby Cat. Nor do I like eating breakfast before I go potty in the mornings..I must have my tiny allergy pill (followed by my bit of buffalo as a treat) before I have my large tummy pill. You pups see where this is going don't you? I know you understand what I'm saying here. Our Mom's are the yin to our yang.
Dad's are wonderful in their own way. Don't misunderstand I love my Dad. He's the one that slips me extra buffalo when Mom says I've had enough. He's the one who lets me play to my heart's content in the snow. (Mom's always telling me I must go inside because my coat is full of huge clumps of snow balls.)
Today the fifth day, I got my Mom back. OOH myyy dogs I am one happy pup. My life has returned to normal. My morning routine has been restored. Once again I have my outside playtime. Oooh furiends I simply couldn't make the Mom move fast enough as she was getting ready to take me out to play. While we were walking through the living room you would have thought I was a herding dog rather than a scent hound. I started poking Mom in both her legs trying to encourage her to move faster towards that back door. I didn't stop until we hit the kitchen. Then I became such a wiggling ball of happiness Mom could barely get my harness on me.
Walking down the path we heard a huge commotion. We'd almost walked up on a deer who'd made a shelter in the side of Dad's huge brush pile. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day.
I let out a sigh of contentment as we walked back home thinking about a verse to an old song something about, "You don't know what you've got until it's gone". There was a lot of truth to that. I looked at my Mom and smiled having forgotten the four days of chaos, and confusion. The fifth day, I got my Mom back and balance was restored to my universe.
Love, Molly and my Mom