A Wirehair & A Wedding

So, I figured I'd make another post before I reach a 3 year blogging hiatus. Let me get you up to speed...

Bella ate a rock while I was in Germany. Upon arriving at the emergency vet, she decided to purge it from her stomach, but only after her father had paid the abominable admission fee.

Bell has had 3 herniated disks in her back, an allergic reaction to medication, and several allergy tests.

After our only option was to make homemade food, we mastered the art of processing, bagging, and freezing for 2 years. We recently found a company in the neighboring state of Minnesota that makes an option for Bella. She's been eating it for 2 months now. So far, so good!

Bristol had a swollen anal gland.

One night while taking a moonlit walk with the trolls, their dad proposed, and I said "Yes!" Naturally, we let the girls make the announcement once we chose a date.

This is where it gets interesting...

One night, 6 weeks before our wedding, there was a knock at the door. My future Father-In-Law and 3 Brothers-In-Law were standing on the other side with an early birthday gift for my fiance...

ANOTHER DOG!!!

Oakley

So, in addition to our beloved bulldogs, we are now the proud parents of a Wirehaired Pointing Griffon. She is now 9 months old, and has been the perfect addition to our chaotic casa. 

Poop, Puke, & Pedialyte

It's 7:00p.m. and I find myself driving back 10 minutes to work, as I am locked out of the house. After returning home to relax on the couch with the 2 French Bulldogs only a mother can love, I'm welcomed with the pungent odor of Doggy Diarrhea. Bella (My eldest) has crapped in her kennel.

After letting the manure monsters out to close any unfinished business, it appears as though Bella has adorned the floor with a path of paw prints. Subsequently, I clean up the mess and carefully allow her to make it far enough through the door for me to pick her up like a wet rag and carry her to the 'barf bath.' I call it the 'barf bath' because she proceeded to 'barf' during the 'bath.'

Following the bath I am unable to stop my dehydrated darling from drinking, so I move/spill the entire 2 gallon water contraption on the dining room, kitchen, and living room floors. I soaked up the water with every last clean towel in the house and just as I finish up, I hear what appears to be the hiccups. Hiccups? Not exactly. I find the Nile River of soupy stomach fluids running down the $650 area rug onto the carpet. At this point, I decided it would be appropriate to call for backup.

I called Bella's father to pick up Pedialyte on his way home, as we have a sick baby (pathetic, I know). The typical father that he is, showed up after the chaos was calmed down and cleaned up and says, "She looks fine. I don't understand why you are freaking out?" I'm sure he'll be more understanding next time after he is in need of a towel after showering tomorrow morning.