My Dog

Riley has blessed our lives for the past 12 years. She is a little on the spoiled side and a little lazy, but she is my 'baby' and it broke my heart to find out she is very sick. She has an enlarged heart and it's cutting off her oxygen supply. She is on some doggy heart medicine now and if all goes well, she could possibly be with us for a couple more years. I don't even want to think about the medicine not working...I have already cried until I can't see straight! So, as I sit here and type, she is laying on the couch snoozing away like nothing is wrong. Her breathing has gotten somewhat better since Sunday, so I am seeing that as a sign of improvement. She will have to take those doggy medicines everyday for the rest of her sweet little life--but it's worth it to be able to keep my baby well enough to stay with us longer :-)

I hate packing...

Since I was able to keep my plans for this weekend, I thought I might start packing a few things so I won't have to worry with it tomorrow. My cat KNOWS that something is up! He has never seen a suitcase before but he knows deep down that it means mom is going away for a few days. He's not happy about this--I guess he thought that if he sat on my suitcase then I wouldn't be able to put anything else in it :-)


In addition to Jazz sitting on my suitcase, he just HAD to check out the Ernie bobble-head! He ended up slapping it over on to the bed--I'm not sure if he genuinely likes Ernie yet--We will have to work on that ;-)