The Lady Is A Tramp

Woe is me...

What.  A.  Day.

Today’s blog post is full of all kinds of genres, including action/adventure, drama, comedy, and even a little XXX!  Oh just you wait... let us fill you in!

Our day started like any ol’ day…. We slept in.  Then we laid in bed for a little while longer.  Pretty boring… and pretty glorious not having to rely on an alarm for the time being!  We did have a bunch to accomplish today, so we eventually got to it.

We hope you enjoyed the video tour of our place!  We move in on Friday, which means we leave our plushy little hotel complete with wifi and cable and swap it for an empty house with a bed and ourselves.  Our moving company will only be here later next week with all of our furniture and belongings, so we’ll be ‘bare bones’ until then.  This means we won’t have a TV to watch for about a week (noooooo!!!  J)

Jeremy did a pile of research into various internet providers in South Florida.  What we’ve discovered is that the house we are renting is in an area of Doral that is so very new, that there are not a lot of cable or internet options available to us there at the moment.  But, Jer did manage to find us something and we will have it installed on Monday.  So this means we’ll be completely disconnected with the world this weekend, besides the use of a single flip-style cell phone.  What on earth will we do with ourselves???  I should clarify and say Jeremy will be disconnected from the world as I will be working this weekend and will be swimming in a sea of television and internet.

Our community is so new, we discovered we won’t actually have mailboxes for the next 1-2 months… so my job today was to go acquire a PO Box to rent and forward our mail.  Check!  Done and done.

Little did I know, my day was about to get much, much more interesting.

We discovered Jonny was licking his left paw a lot and upon investigation a piece of his du-claw (for non-dog people, this is like his thumbnail) had been torn, we expect while he was playing.  He is constantly running around, playing with his toys.  We also realized at this point that his du-claws (on both paws) were abnormally long, which we hadn’t before noticed.  Jonny goes to the groomer every month or so, and his nails are trimmed each time.  Apparently, his du-claws had been skipped without our knowledge and had overgrown without us noticing… obviously we are having some mixed emotions here… a little bit of anger and a little bit of guilt at this point.  Especially when we had to bring Jonny to the vet today.

Now those are true puppy-dog eyes...

Jonny and I went to see Dr. Tom Campbell at Animal General Hospital.  He examined Jonny’s paws and discovered that not one, but both of his du-claws were cracked… and torn to the point that they had to put him under, cut back the claws, medicate and wrap his paws.  As any dog-parent can appreciate, I was devastated that my precious boy had to go through the fear and pain of a minor surgery.   Super thankful it wasn’t any worse, though.  So is my wallet.

The ride back to the hotel was adventurous; Jonny was beside himself in the car, wondering what these bandages were on his paws.  He couldn’t get comfortable and kept wandering the car, whining the whole time.  It was pouring rain and I couldn’t get Dr. Campbell’s warning out of my head that the anesthetic could upset Jonny’s stomach.   As I was making my way through the downpour, 4 blocks from the hotel, 3 blocks, 2… I kept willing Jonny, pleading with him to ‘hold it’ until we got back.  If only you could reason with a dog!  I pulled up to the hotel, parked the car, got Jonny’s leash attached and just as I was reaching for the car door handle, Jonny decided he couldn’t ‘hold it’ any longer… and projectile vomited all over my lap and driver’s seat.

Three more seconds.  That’s all I needed. 

It is very safe to assume Jonny and I returned to our hotel room, both in a very bad mood.  Grumpy-pants Jonny went straight to his kennel like a teenager stomps off to his room, slams his door and secretly loathes his parents for all the wrongs in his life.  Meanwhile, I put a clean pair of pants on and set out to clean up the mess in the car.  Once that was done, I also set out to find a pet store where I could find an upholstery cleaner as well as a ‘head cone’ for Jonny as he couldn’t stop licking and biting and licking his bandages.  And if he wasn’t angry at the world before, boy is he pissed off with that cone on!

"I hate you right now"

His bandages come off on Saturday, so he’ll have a few uncomfortable cone-wearing days ahead of him but, like I mentioned before, it could be worse.

Ready for the XXX part of the day?  Are you sure??

With Jonny’s lame state, Frankie started displaying some odd behaviors.  First, she was very nosy, wanting to sniff Jonny’s paws, figure out where he had been and why.  Then, it appeared she wanted to play, she kept pawing at him… but what happened next, neither Jeremy nor I would have ever predicted --

Frankie mounted Jonny.

Ummm, Frankie doesn’t have those parts.  Frankie isn’t even a boy!  And poor little injured and emotionally scarred Jonny couldn’t even fend for himself, he just took it like a champ until we scolded Frankie and stopped that ‘business’ from going any further (after getting some pictures and laughing…quietly).  Needless to say, we were shocked!  And slightly disturbed that ‘our girl’ was so very…physical!  We did some quick research and discovered Frankie’s behavior was a sign of dominance.  While I was out getting his cone, Jeremy said Jonny growled at Frankie every time she approached.  Obviously, Frankie was simply letting him know, hurt or not, she was still the boss of this…ummm…hotel room.

I think we handled it well regardless and we’ve been continually chasing Frankie away from Jonny all evening long.

Jeremy reasoning with Frankie about her sassy ways

What a day….we’ll be laughing about this one for a while!!