my mother was right.
Many years ago, we were discussing her sleep or the lack thereof. I told her that nothing would ever rouse me from my sleep (think, like the dead). She said, "Don't plan on having children. You'll never get a real night's sleep again."
All these years later, she was right. I may not have an actual human child, but I have felt it with my canine companion.
Sunday night/Monday morning, around 1:45 AM, I awoke to this awful whimpering noise -- "oooooooohm oooooooohm pant pant ooooooooooohm." I thought it was a dream at first, that Maddox was dreaming. A very short time later, I realized it wasn't a dream, it was him in obvious distress. I took him out of his crate, then outside. For ten minutes I stood by as he ran for his "corner" and assumed the position ... many times. I brought him back in, but didn't shut his crate door. I just let him lie on the floor.
In a way, I'm glad I chose that option. I awoke on Monday morning to find my backporch was a disaster area. Couldn't blame him -- after all, he had no alternative, as we don't have a doggie door. So I spent the time before going into work hosing out the backporch. I called the vet and got an appointment for today.
Last night, he didn't want to go in the crate so I left him there on the porch with the crate door open. But it was hard to sleep again. About 1:15, I woke to the sound of my radio and the jingle of "Sporting News -- FLASH!" I never got back to a full sleep again. I thought of everything that could have happened to give my baby such a rough time. This morning, I got up to go in early (and drop him off at the vet). The porch again had a couple of accidents, but nothing like the night before. But once again, another hose-down.
PetSmart luckily had some deodorizer -- a big ol' mamma-jamma supersize bottle. Of course, I got it -- their recommendations were superb. I cut a tire coming out of the parking lot (a whole 'nother story for another time). Finally, after a few things transpired, I ended up taking a half-day and going to get my doggie.
Poor Maddox --- he had some distress all right. E. coli is its name! So there are a few prescriptions for him to take over the next few days, as well as special food. In the meantime, my dad and I bleached the backporch twice, and allowed it to sit as recommended on Clorox's website. We rinsed it out, and used the deodorizer on it (also twice). Cloroxed everything that he had been in contact with. The backporch probably hasn't been that clean since the day it was built.
I have a feeling that he and I will both sleep well tonight........