Bourke has always been a low maintenance dog. Like sleep and lie in bed with you all day never caring if you feed him or take him out (which we always did). All he cared about was being with you. If you dream up a perfect dog, it would be Bourke.
|Do you know another dog that can pull of a pink bow tie?|
|Diabetes Diagnosis = Pirate Boot for the weekend|
Shortly thereafter we made the decision to have his cataracts removed. I know that dogs can live perfectly fine lives being blind, but I constantly worried about him being scared not knowing where he was or what was going on. So, Thursday was the big day.
We were sent home with 4 different eye medicines we were supposed to dispense 4 times a day. All this on top of his insulin regimen. He also has to be in a e-collar (cone of shame) and be kept away from our other dog, Five, for 3 weeks.
|1 shaved face and 2 artificial lenses later, we're on the way home|
When Kris got home at 1am, I was still awake and exhausted. Because Bourke and Five can't be together, Kris and I decided the easiest thing to do would be to sleep apart for the next few weeks. I'd take Bourke and he would take Five. Our dogs are spoiled and sleep with us, spare me the grief on this one because it ain't changing.
|When he realized the cone was staying, he got depressed|
I woke up about 9am, and Kris was getting ready for work. Lucky bastard. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Yikes! Messy hair, muddy sweat pants and t-shirt, no bra, and some serious dark circles. I think they call that a hot mess. While staring at the unfortunate stranger I saw in the mirror, it hit me. Oh god, this is what I'll be like when I have kids. Probably worse.
I've always thought I would be the kind of mom who takes care of herself. Still fixes up and wears makeup and nice clothes. Well, the best thing that I can say for myself last weekend is that I managed to swipe on some mascara and throw my hair in a pony tail.
|Apparently this isn't going to be me|
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