Happy Halloween to all you ghost and goblins out there!
This is usually one of my more fun posts of the year but since I took an oath last month NOT to dress Leroy up this year it’s one of my most boring Halloween posts….EV-AR.
All I have is this witches hat.
On a chair.
Sherman doesn’t usually do well being dressed so he’s not very much help to me and the kids are just being totally boring this year.
Bobby’s dressing up as Kevin Love. A basetball player from the Cavs. So scary and creative….NOT.
Gracie’s going as a minion which is cute but every other kid her age is also dressing up as minion. Normally Gracie does something fun….. like last year she was a zombie cheerleader. So cool.
This year, not so much.
Nobody’s cool this year and to top it off it’s suppose to snow tonight.
Yep. Coldest night of the season so far and I can’t even take the dogs with me trick or treating because Sherman’s has a thing about zombies and I’m afraid Leroy would just knock all the kids down and steal their candy.
Now all I have is this 3 year old picture of Leroy as a ghost.
Little by little it seems as though Leroy is getting back to himself.
While he looks different on the outside his mind is definitely getting back to normal which is a bad thing and a good thing.
It’s a good thing because of course it shows that he’s feeling better but it’s a bad thing because it means he is getting back into mischief. Mischief that I would rather not have him getting into because it’s mischief that’s not good for him or for me.
Here’s what I’m talking about:
We had our annual clambake 2 weeks ago and Bobby’s 13th birthday party last week. I was nervous about both parties, but more so the clambake because of Leroy and his current health status and after quite a few days of going back and forth, my husband and I decided to go ahead and keep our plans.
I was super nervous that Leroy would get into some of the food that was around and that all the happenings would just overwhelm him which is why, much to his displeasure, he was kept in his cage for most of the clambake.
We let him join the party after most of the guests left and the food was put away. Rules were explained to the remaining guests to keep all food out of reach and no matter how pathetic Leroy looked at them, not to feed him anything or he would die.
Hey. I had to be stern.
As the mass hysteria reaches all new heights in the outbreak of the Ebola virus I thought we should all take a step back and have a little fun with a serious but out of control situation.
**Please note I am not making light of this situation. Wait…..yes I am because it has been all over the news, in my news feed and on my radio and I can’t take it anymore.
So the Ebola virus is apparently here in the U.S.
Actually, it was here or is here. In my state. One county over.
About 30 minutes south of me which means that someone I know….. knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who may have had contact with the person infected with Ebola who traveled to Ohio at some point in time somewhere.
Which means absolutely nothing but since the media thinks it does and some local schools and shops were closed and people stopped going to work and experts recommended that I talk to my kids about Ebola I thought I should also have a talk with Sherman and Leroy about it because they are family too.
My kids weren’t very concerned about the Ebola virus when I sat down and talked to them about it. They know what’s going on because it’s been plastered everywhere but luckily my kids are pretty chill when it comes to things like this so our talk basically began and ended how every flu season talk goes:
Life goes on. Wash your hands and then wash them some more.
My conversation with Sherman and Leroy was a little more in depth because Sherman is a germ freak and Leroy’s just careless about germs.
So here are my main tips if you find the need to have a special talk about Ebola with your dog.
I love fall…or autumn.
It’s always been my favorite season of the year for various reasons.
I love the fall colors, I love sweater weather. I love Halloween and of course I love everything pumpkin, especially pumpkin spice.
Right now my house has been taking over by every pumpkin scent you can think of.
Sweet cinnamon pumpkin, pumpkin cupcake, pumpkin glazed doughnut, apple pumpkin…..you get the picture.
Every room is a different pumpkin scent.
But I kinda feel sorry for my husband who isn’t a big fan of pumpkin spice scents.
“Do we have anything that’s NOT pumpkin scented?” he asked me the other day.
“Negative Ghost Rider. The house is full of pumpkin spice” I said.
The other night I was dishing up dinner for the kids.
We were having ham and noodles.
As I dished up a plate for Gracie I noticed a dog hair. There was no mistaking it. It was definitely a Sherman hair.
Like any good mother would do I picked it out and threw it on the floor and moved onto dishing up a plate for Bobby.
Same thing happened.
Another Sherman hair in the ham and noodles.
Apparently this dish called for a dash of dog hair.
I’ve had a few people ask me how Sherman was doing with Leroy being sick.
I can assure you that Sherman is doing just fine and was not nearly as affected by Leroy’s illness as we were.
Don’t get me wrong, he was affected…. but not by Leroy’s lack of presence. Sherman was more concerned that we were upset and that the general tone in his home was not of its usual nature.
He knew we were all upset and that I was coming and going more often than normal. He could smell Leroy on me but he hadn’t seen him in several days.
So yes, he was moderately affected to the point that he gave himself a nice lick sore on the top of his front paws. Sherman does this when he is stressed.
Again, I can assure you it wasn’t sympathy licks for Leroy.
Leroy continues to improve each day. We have a long way to go especially in the weight gain category but even though it gives me ulcers, it’s awesome to see him returning to his old mischievous self, especially when he stole a cooked pork bone off the table the other day when it was left on the table for 0.02 seconds.
Luckily, he was just as shocked as we were that he had a ginormous pork bone in his mouth and the recovery of the bone was done quickly and without incident, except my Leroy ulcer grew a bit bigger.
Besides being a an unsuccessful thief, Leroy’s illness has contributed to several small conditions over the past few weeks and one of those conditions is a bit delicate and a bit private because it involves his manly dog parts.
We like to refer to those manly parts as his chicken nuggets.
According to Wikipedia, ” A community is a social unit of any size that shares common values.
In human communities, intent, belief, resources, preferences, needs, risks, and a number of other conditions may be present and common, affecting the identity of the participants and their degree of cohesiveness.
Since the advent of the Internet, the concept of community has less geographical limitation, as people can now gather virtually in an online community and share common interests regardless of physical location. “
In my life I’ve only really felt that I belonged in one community and that is the pet community.
The pet community has me written all over it. We all share a love for pets no matter how big or small. We are all passionate about our pets.
I’ve been apart of various branches of the pet community in several ways over the years:
We were making dinner Sunday night and getting to that really crucial time.
You know that time where the last 2 minutes of a meal that you’ve been preparing for well over an hour can make or break the whole meal.
Well we were there when we heard this sound.
It’s a sound that normally wouldn’t make us stop in our tracks but it’s also a sound that we haven’t heard in quite some time.
Then a little louder.
Then a little louder with some more power behind it.
This has what has been driving around with me for the last week.
It’s Leroy’s favorite toy and it’s been sitting in the front seat of my car for 8 days now.
9 if your reading this on Thursday.
I put it in my car when I went to visit him last week in the hospital.
I thought I would bring him something from home to keep him company and safe.
But when I got to the hospital I remembered that when I use to work at the vet clinic we didn’t like putting personal things with the hospitalized patients unless it was specifically requested.
You know, there’s diseases and stuff and things get lost or misplaced.
So I left it in the car and it’s been sitting there ever since.
I drive around a lot so I saw it all the time and it was a reminder of Leroy, that he was sick, and even though I wasn’t with him……. I was still thinking of him and had a piece of him with me.
Every time someone would get in my car they would ask “What’s this?”