It seems Tootsie has a little fight left in her after all. Tuesday afternoon when the kids and I went to Chase's t-ball game, we locked Tootsie in the courtyard like we always do when we leave the house. Lately, though, she has started squeezing out through the gate to play while we're gone. When we got to Chase's game, they told us it was cancelled, so we turned around and came back home, and Tootsie met me by my car. When we started walking back into the house, I noticed she was limping and bleeding. Once we got her in the house, it was pretty obvious her leg was broken, and she had some pretty large puncture wounds on her belly and leg.
The vet met us at the clinic after hours, took some x-rays, and confirmed that her back leg was broken. Something with big teeth apparently thought she looked tasty. She came home after 24 hours at the vet with a cast on her leg and on antibiotics. Her belly is pretty bruised and a little puffy looking.
She can't get her leg wet, so it has to be tied up in a bag before she can potty. She can't stand up on her own to potty, so we (I) have to take her outside and hold her up while she potties. She won't eat or drink unless we hold the water bowl for her or hand her the food one morsel at a time (at first I thought she was too weak to do it herself...now I think she's playing me). We have her inside the house in a little dog fence, and she basically just sleeps all day. It's been 4 days now, and she did lift her head and bark at me a few times today, so I guess that's a sign she's feeling better. I tried to put a bowl with a little food in her bed rather than handing her bite after bite, but I guess that was an insult to her because she overturned the bowl on the floor as soon as I walked off. I think I smell a malingerer.
Here she is (the black mark on her belly to the right of the cast is one of the puncture wounds):
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Chase's Last T-Ball Game
T-ball season went by really quickly this year. Chase's last few games were rained out, but I happened to have my camera at his final game. He really enjoyed it, and I wish we'd had just a few more games for him to really get to practice what he's learned.
Here he is playing "pitcher." Ok, I know in t-ball there is no pitcher, but all the kids wanted to play that position because most of the balls come to the person playing that position and he gets to throw them to first base. At the last game, Chase finally got to "pitch."
Chase slid into every single base. He saw someone slide at the first game and after that, he slid into every base. By the end of the season, all the kids were doing it. Half the time they never even touched the base with their foot -- it was all just about getting dirty.
Here he is playing "pitcher." Ok, I know in t-ball there is no pitcher, but all the kids wanted to play that position because most of the balls come to the person playing that position and he gets to throw them to first base. At the last game, Chase finally got to "pitch."
Chase slid into every single base. He saw someone slide at the first game and after that, he slid into every base. By the end of the season, all the kids were doing it. Half the time they never even touched the base with their foot -- it was all just about getting dirty.
Cole's Days at the Ball Park
While Chase is playing t-ball, Cole has a ball playing with the other boys his age who have brothers on the team. They run up and down the bleachers (I've learned that Cole can tuck and roll when falling down bleachers and escape virtually unharmed) and drive whatever cars/trucks/trains they've brought with them that day on the benches.
When I looked up and saw him crawling along like this, he was talking out loud to himself about something and it reminded me of that scene in the Breakfast Club when Judd Nelson/Bender is crawling on top of the ceiling telling a joke. I just had to take a picture...
When I looked up and saw him crawling along like this, he was talking out loud to himself about something and it reminded me of that scene in the Breakfast Club when Judd Nelson/Bender is crawling on top of the ceiling telling a joke. I just had to take a picture...
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Another Fishing Trip
Easter in June
Chase & Cole stopped by to bring something to dad at work last week. They LOVE going to see dad at work. Both dad and Uncle Brian have a drawer in their desk FULL of really cool candy samples, and Chase & Cole both learned at an early age where those drawers are and make a mad dash for them as soon as we get there. So on this particular trip, they found their treasure outside of PawPaw's office: a stash of leftover chocolate rabbits from Easter. They asked PawPaw if they could have some, and despite the fact that I was shaking my head no and waving my arms wildly (or maybe because of it...), Paw Paw sent them home with one large chocolate rabbit each. They thoroughly enjoyed their Easter in June:
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Celebrating the King of the Lawn Mower
Sunday, for Father's Day, Chase and Cole got up VERY early and were ready to start celebrating. We ran to pick up doughnuts and chocolate milk (that's what the boys insisted their dad would want) before he woke up, and they made cards for him. They also made him a crown out of grass-patterned paper (because he's the king of the lawn mower) and they made little crowns to put on his doughnuts.
Then, being boys, they took him to Hooter's for lunch (when Chase was little, I went out of town for work and Charles brought him to Hooter's for dinner. Chase thinks it's THE best restaurant ever because they gave him a balloon). I thought he should wear his crown to Hooter's, but the boys didn't want it to get damaged and he conveniently "forgot" it at home. Some pics:
Then, being boys, they took him to Hooter's for lunch (when Chase was little, I went out of town for work and Charles brought him to Hooter's for dinner. Chase thinks it's THE best restaurant ever because they gave him a balloon). I thought he should wear his crown to Hooter's, but the boys didn't want it to get damaged and he conveniently "forgot" it at home. Some pics:
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The one that didn't get away
After spending the last couple of days of summer camp home sick, Chase and I were both a little stir crazy. Chase felt good enough today to get out and fish a little. Within about 2 seconds, he had caught this one:
Thankfully he knew it was too small to keep and didn't put up a fight. He was so proud of his fish, though, and didn't want to throw it back until I took a picture.
Thankfully he knew it was too small to keep and didn't put up a fight. He was so proud of his fish, though, and didn't want to throw it back until I took a picture.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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