Yesterday was a day for Ev and I to absorb our news about Ernie. I woke up with a start, and thought the whole thing had just been a bad dream but quickly came to the realization that it was not.
The movers arrived with our Northern belongings early in the morning and spent a couple of hours unloading. As usual a bit of a glitch. We are down one box and gained someone else's box. Go figure. Now the game begins....what was inside the damn thing. The packer's description on the inventory - CARTON! That helps a lot. So damn frustrating, but to me, it just didn't seem quite as important.
Spent some time unpacking while Ev drove into town to pick up Ernie's meds and did a few errands.
Around dinner time, we went for a drive. First we sat in awe at the ocean for a while. The sun was just starting to set so the light was spectacular. Just sitting there, I said to Ev that I feel like we hit the jackpot. We've discovered a bit of heaven that no one seems to know about.
On our way to a neighbourhood park, we passed a pumpkin stand. I don't know if I've mentioned that the farmers in PEI will leave their wares at stands at the end of their driveway, or in this case, in the middle of a fork in the road. Nobody mans them. You help yourself and leave the money in a container. In this case, a plastic Folgers coffee container. Where else? You know anywhere else, someone would help themselves to that money.
At the park, we walked the two baseball diamonds. The grass was slightly wet from the showers we had earlier in the day and it was quite thick so Ernie was bounding through it like a deer in a field. Every few feet or so, he'd spot a blossom from a clover and he rip the head off of it and chew it. He loves, loves, loves to eat flowers? Always has.
While he plowed the field, Rookie proceeded to roll in the grass...and roll...and roll. We finally got tired of waiting for him so we started walking away. About 100 ft later we stopped to wait for him. He did his signature Bambi on ice imitation getting up, shook off the grass and then looked for us. Again, we are in directly line of sight, 100 ft away! He can't see us. The panic sets in. Head turns to the left. Head turns to the right. Nothing. Ev is clapping his hands together as hard and loud as he can. Nothing. Rookie starts to run. Thank goodness it's in the approximate direction, but he still doesn't see or hear us. The panic is growing. We are both standing in the field bellowing at him, jumping up and down, waving our arms and he's still heading for us, sort of. Finally Ev starts to walk toward him and he's now only about 30 ft away and he finally recognizes his Dad. I tell ya, if a dog could smile...
Driving back home we drove past a bald eagle perched high in a tree and then stopped to watch a field of sheep & lamb grazing. Ernie, who thought they were cows...and he loves cows....gave each one of them their own special bark.
All in all, it was a wonderful evening and gave us yet another beautiful memory of time spent with our boys.
The memory I didn't need arrived at 4:00 this morning. I heard Ernie rustling around in his crate which is at the foot of our bed. I thought he was just remaking his bed and then - that dreaded sound - projectile liquid. I couldn't immediately tell if it was pee, puke or what but as I stumbled to his cage, the odour overwhelmed me. I carried him and his crate into my bathroom telling him the whole way to stay still. As I turned on the light, Holy Crap, literally. ED! EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA everywhere. It was on his bedding, it was on the crate floor, on the left side and the right side. It was on the roof. It was dripping down the outside of the peekholes. It was even on my foot!
I don't know if it was the medication or the clover but holy freakin' cow. He was like the exorcist only it came out the other end. Needless to say, he's been a bit under the weather today. No more clover for that little cow. Lesson learned. Cute does not equal smart.
ps. T....thanks for the ED acronym.
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