Puke fest, 2018

Y’all will have to forgive me.  I had a post planned for this morning and I’ve been really, really good about my schedule lately, but you know what they say about the best laid plans.

We woke up this morning and Hank was itching and it dawned on me that it was probably time for that magical monthly pill that I give them to keep the nasty fleas and ticks away.  So I went to the fridge to retrieve them only to realize that we paid for 6 for each of the dogs and they only gave us 3.  And that was 3 months ago. So the packets were empty.

There was no use in trying to get my money back or get the rest of the pills and besides we got them from the traveling vet so I can kiss that money goodbye.  Lesson learned and next time I’ll double check.  For now, the only solution was to call my vet and ask her to write a new prescription and go pick them up.

Only they don’t carry the brand my dogs have been taking.  At first I got really stressed until I realized that the pill they do carry last  90 glorious days.  Ninety.  That’s all summer long.  It’s like a gift from the Gods.

So I had to adjust my schedule and run to the vets office to pick up the pills.  Then I headed home and fed the dogs because they have to take them on a full stomach.  And you know what happened next right?  I mean, I should know because it happens anytime they start a new flea medicine, it’s one big dog puke party.

And keep in mind, I only have one pill for each dog.  One very expensive pill.  You bet your sweet ass I dug through the dog puke and gave it back to them.  Really what other choice did I have?    And it’s not like I haven’t done it before.  Although it never gets any easier.

dog puke

So, I didn’t have a chance to work on that post that I had planned for you because I’m over here losing my damn mind.

Let’s get the weekend started already.  Right?