Out of control, or so life goes. When will it stop? No body knows.
The noise of one of the 6 foot glass doors shaking violently in the lobby was enough to bring us all running, terrified by what we might find when we arrived. For the staff and people in the lobby it was the look of fear and concern that made me worried and then we saw the source of the noise. The 40 pound dog that had just come into the lobby from playing out back was cowering under the desk terrified by what had just happened to him. We guess he thought for a moment he was an ice skater as his 4 paws suddenly transformed into four ice skates with no traction and so much velocity that we are lucky he didn't shatter the door as he crashed into it. Just him merely grazing the edge of it sent him somersaulting across the lanai and into the chairs and love seat like a bowling ball on a collision course for a powerful and definite strike. While he was a little shaken up, he was unbroken and we are so thankful. He seemed a little sore and was guarding his side where he had made contact with the door. He was, in all honesty, more embarrassed by his latest escapade then damaged, but he would never tell you that if asked. Dr. Head brought up some pain medication for him after doing a very lengthy exam. Just a little something to help with the pain and inflammation he would be sure to be suffering from. He gave him a treat, which much like a kiss on a human booboo, can heal anything.Poor Pike. He walked over to his corner of reception and lay down on his bed and napped for the duration of the day. He cried when he climbed into the truck to head home and went upstairs and lay down in his soft round bed after dinner and fell fast asleep under his blanket. Glad to have this day behind him.
The next day he seemed sore but ok, until he got a nice bowl of the wrong dog food from his human sister and immediately broke out in hives and began trying to chew his feet and legs off, inflicting damage to himself in his effort to itch himself with his teeth. Poor guy, his last 24 hours were proving quite challenging and he was definitely worse for the wear. He fought to control himself, but he was self destructing rapidly and needed a medical intervention. Dr. Head gave him additional pharmacological reinforcements and something to help him sleep for a little while until the rest of the medication kicked in. He was a mess. He slept for most of the day under Stacia's watchful eye.
The next couple of days didn't seem to improve his state of mind. He was still a little sore and was now full of little scabs where he had chewed his legs up and to make matters worse he rolled in something and needed a bath. He had a bath with a shampoo to help his itching and to calm down his skin later that day and getting dried off proved to be just too much for him and he snapped at Dr. Head and then laid into his dog brother in a vicious attack. When will this week end? Sorry for his bad behavior, he climbed under the sofa getting him self wedged underneath and needing a human intervention. He climbed the stairs after dinner and hoped to sleep off this no good, very bad, last few days. Then the thunder rolled and with it came the fear and trembling, more sedatives and a very long night. The week drew to a close and with it the promise of a new week.
He started this week off on a good note. He seemed happy, his side felt better and his wounds were nearly healed. He pranced around the hospital in his usual way and was excited about getting in the truck to come to work, then this morning just when he thought things were on the up and up.... his brother pulled a tick off of him! Then he developed hives at work from something and he started to self destruct all over again.We have all had these weeks, and in truth we probably have more good days then bad. Its just that the bad days seem to all attack at once. For poor ole' Pike lets hope he shakes those bad days soon. Here is to no more bad days. I am certain Pike would agree to that, meanwhile pass the Benadryl.
