Like any other day, this morning, HatLee woke me up with a shake on the bed. He have this habit of sleeping right beside me after his early morning walk with Paul. The moment I call his name, he will wag his tail like it's about to drop off and start panting and get really excited.
After a breif chat with my girlpal from Aus, I took HatLee for his morning walk. He was sniffing, peeing, pooping and display no strange behaviour. When we reach home , I noticed he was limping and his front right paw was barely touching the floor. He came and rub himself against me, then he lay down beside the couch. So I gave him a snack and when he came walking towards me, again I saw this strange limp and this time I panicked.
Insane thoughts hit my head ... could the virus hit him like the ones that Vet was mentioning ? Did he hurt his paw during his walk ? Did he sprain himself ? Did something bite him when he was in the field cause we hve been told there are snakes in the empty lots around us. I inspected his paw and there was no strange objects in it. Thus I panicked and started call the Vet's office. Like any typical senerio, I can't get through them. So I proceed to call the next emergency number on the list - Paul's Cell.
Like a calm father, he kept assuring me, "HatLee is fine, he's okay". According to Paul's list, as long as there is no visible broken bone, no bleeding, no splitting of the flesh, the bone did not punture his skin, he's alright. Even thought I am on the urge of crying over the phone and about to hold HatLee in my arms and tell him not to die, Paul think he's fine. Yah, I never thought I could be this dramatic mother. Whereas with Mooch, I am more calm cause he is the fighter and one who can and did kick HatLee's furry butt.
HatLee is still not talking to me and telling me what's wrong with him. I guess he'll only tell his Dad when he returns. He just walk to his crate and lay down with his toys. This worries me even more, like which child wants to lie in bed and not go out and play ???
Never in a million years would I thought that I would be this paraniod mother. To begin with, even being a dog owner now still amaze everyone around me. But I am paranoid and it's about everything, every poop he makes, I will look at the color and determine if it's a different color from his last poop (and NO, I don't touch it to test it's consistency or taste it either, you sicko).
After a breif chat with my girlpal from Aus, I took HatLee for his morning walk. He was sniffing, peeing, pooping and display no strange behaviour. When we reach home , I noticed he was limping and his front right paw was barely touching the floor. He came and rub himself against me, then he lay down beside the couch. So I gave him a snack and when he came walking towards me, again I saw this strange limp and this time I panicked.
Insane thoughts hit my head ... could the virus hit him like the ones that Vet was mentioning ? Did he hurt his paw during his walk ? Did he sprain himself ? Did something bite him when he was in the field cause we hve been told there are snakes in the empty lots around us. I inspected his paw and there was no strange objects in it. Thus I panicked and started call the Vet's office. Like any typical senerio, I can't get through them. So I proceed to call the next emergency number on the list - Paul's Cell.
Like a calm father, he kept assuring me, "HatLee is fine, he's okay". According to Paul's list, as long as there is no visible broken bone, no bleeding, no splitting of the flesh, the bone did not punture his skin, he's alright. Even thought I am on the urge of crying over the phone and about to hold HatLee in my arms and tell him not to die, Paul think he's fine. Yah, I never thought I could be this dramatic mother. Whereas with Mooch, I am more calm cause he is the fighter and one who can and did kick HatLee's furry butt.
HatLee is still not talking to me and telling me what's wrong with him. I guess he'll only tell his Dad when he returns. He just walk to his crate and lay down with his toys. This worries me even more, like which child wants to lie in bed and not go out and play ???
Never in a million years would I thought that I would be this paraniod mother. To begin with, even being a dog owner now still amaze everyone around me. But I am paranoid and it's about everything, every poop he makes, I will look at the color and determine if it's a different color from his last poop (and NO, I don't touch it to test it's consistency or taste it either, you sicko).
I worry if he's eating enough, if he's drinking enough and if he have runny nose, I worry if he's sick and got infected with "swine" flu. I know, HatLee is just a dog but ask any dog lovers/owners out there. They don't see it as a dog, they see this fur ball as their child who love them unconditionally, who follows you around and love on you, even better, they never talk back. In Paul's case, HatLee is the only one who appreciate and enjoy his burp...
This is him sleeping in his crate now, surrounded by his toys.
2 comments:
Gosh..u inherited part of my paranoid behaviour..Even now when Ethan is sleeping, I always put my fingers under Ethan's nose to make sure that he is breathing...
That's me !!
I totally understand ! Even before I go to bed, I always make sure HatLee is okay.
Hey, remember this "You are not alone". I am sure there are tons of Mummy like us.
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