SHAMROCKS

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Happy St. Patrick's Day.

DAY-Z POST-OP

Yesterday was the car accident and eye surgery for Day-Z. She was still a little groggy and disoriented from her medicine today. We took it easy and watched some movies and snuggled on the couch. She is being very clingy or needy for me and I understand that. I'm sure it is hard for her and she doesn't know why her eye is not opening, why she has to wear a cone around her neck, or why she is so woozy.

She did eat some soft food and drink water finally.

I phoned the dog trainer to tell her that Dayz and I won't be making it to the next few classes. I cried when she asked me questions about the incident.

Bed time was really hard for me. Day-Z HATES having the cone around her neck (I had it off during the day when she was around me and I could make sure she didn't scratch at the stitches). I obviously can't watch her while I'm sleeping, so she has to wear it. She was protesting wearing it by trying to fall asleep standing up. She leaned against me and her head was bobbing up and down as she tried to fight off sleeping. Whenever I thought I could get her to lay down, she'd make her legs stiff and wouldn't move.

I'm not one who normally has regrets because I know there is no reason to since there is no way to change the past (especially since I don't have a time machine). But for some reason, I just feel so guilty about the accident. I kept seeing it over in my mind and think: 

*what if I had parked the other way with the car facing the park instead of the road so she wouldn't have seen the kitty and run towards it

*what if I had wrapped her leash around something in the car to tether her in until I was fully ready to get out and go

*what if I hadn't even taken her to the park that morning or

*what if we had gone earlier or later

*was that person watching where they were going or were they looking at their cell phone

*should I have run across the road and made the first passing truck stop

*why didn't the vet I took her to visit 2 months earlier for her physical notice the ligament fibers in her eye were weak and give her medicine to strengthen them

*could this have been prevented in ANY way

*what if, why, could've, should've....the list goes on

I cried myself to sleep. Goodnight.

SOMEBODY THINKS SHE'S HUMAN

I thought there was a new pooch in the house, but sometimes it seems like somebody thinks she's human.

I wake up to find her on the bed, under the covers, with her head on the pillow.

 She likes to sit by for daily hot chocolate and reading of the newspaper.

 She's most comfortable sitting like this.

She always calls "shotgun" in the car.

And sometimes I walk into the front room to find we're wearing the same thing.

NEW POOCH

I decided to adopt a dog from the Utah Humane Shelter. 

She came with the name Dasie, but I decided to change the spelling to Day-Z (it's more thuggish). 

She's the sweetest dog - She even smiles in her sleep (and sometimes sleeps with 1 eye partially open which is kinda creepy).

She is a 4 year old Jack Russell (Parson) Terrier.

And I swear she has a paw print on her ear just like her TV cousin Wishbone. Am I the only one who sees it?

Everyone loves the new pooch...except the kitty. He's not impressed (for now).