Monday, March 26, 2012

A little better, and some puppy love

Well, Harriet was a little better this weekend. Which was great since on Friday she had CT scans of her head and her abdomen to try to track down a phantom infection. Sinuses? Appendix? No one knows! And her vein infiltrated (OUCH) which meant a second IV for a needlephobic kid, so... Fun. The kid earned a BREAK, for crying out loud.

To put this into perspective: Last fall, we had to put down Sarge, our 11-year-old German shepherd. He was quite simply the Best Dog Ever.

We got Sarge when Harriet was four years old, and he was devoted to her. She was devastated and his passing left a big, gaping hole in her already painful life.










After all of the medical goings-on last week, I decided that we needed some happy in this house. Even if, at this point in my life, I do NOT need to take care of anything else that poops.

So we went out on Sunday and picked up this little guy:

We named him "Gunny" (military family, HELLO). He won't be little for long. He is only 12 weeks old in this pic, and he'll weigh a minimum of 85 pounds when he is all growed up.

Nothing is as happy as a puppy. Except when he wakes you up at 3am... But it is worth it because Harriet is thrilled, and excited, and focused on something other than her pain.


Puppy love!

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