My life feels like it has taken yet another dip into the pool of reality. I guess, no matter how hard I try, I can't stay in my bubble forever... not that I'm a fairy tale princess locked up in a tower somewhere... Not that I even remotely thought THAT, but -- side note -- wouldn't that be awesome for a while... or maybe interesting.
Instead, the cards are dealt and I thus must deal with the hand I have, whether or not I have the possibility of a royal flush or... well, nothing.
Okay, I should be done with the metaphors now.
Perhaps one of the main reasons why I feel this way is Jack. This past weekend I brought a strange dog into our apartment. It was a bad idea and I knew it, but something in me said I had to give it a shot; that I had to see how things would unfold. What resulted was a very unhappy Jack. In fact, when I went to pick up the other dog for a potty break, Jack went so far as to attack both of us. He ending up scratching my arm and putting quite a puncture in my leg.
Now... I'm worried.
Do I have to get rid of him? He appeared "sorry" but it still happened. And if he bit ME, what would he do to someone else? The absolute truth is that I've worked so hard to train this dog and it seems like he's not getting any better, but worse! I don't want to send him back to the breeder or a rescue, but I plan on having other dogs and people in my life and I can't have a dog that reacts like this... that much I do know.
I haven't lost hope yet, though. I love Jack Jack and will do anything to help him succeed.
So, first thing I did was call his awesome breeder who suggested, before anything, to take a thyroid panel. Perhaps his aggression could be explained by low levels?
I did that. I took Jack to the vet yesterday morning to have his blood drawn and I should know within the next few days and I'm crossing my fingers that this could be explained MEDICALLY.
Then, while all this was developing, something else happened... my grandpa was taken into the hospital. Needless to say, I was a little freaked out. First of all, my grandpa is getting up in age, there is no denying it, but I also had a very vivid dream about him and my brother. In my dream, the two of them had been in a plane crash and died. My dream was my family dealing with this tragedy. Crazy huh? Not to mention incredibly life-like. So, when I heard my grandpa was in the hospital, the first thing I thought was that I had had a premonition about who would die this year. I was definitely worried.
Luckily, though, my grandpa is fine. They found out he has pneumonia and they have been pumping him full of drugs WHICH have brought his fever down and I just heard tonight that he is out of be and sitting up in a chair. YAY!
Jack, though, is still on my mind.
By the way, no adventure this month. The weather sucks and I'm broke. Jack's blood panel was $260.00.
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