I have a few fun stories to tell about my Tiffy, about Emery and about me! I don't have pictures to show, thank goodness for that, but I hope I can focus my thoughts to write a good story.
Tiffy's Tale
Several weeks ago, back in December I noticed Tiffy was not using her tail. She seemed slower on our morning walks and she seem to have trouble going to the bathroom. So, I finally decided one afternoon at their dinner time, I would call make an appointment for her to see her Doctor. Easy enough, called right then, they would keep her all day and she would be worked in. Great! Love my new Vet! So, early the next morning, we loaded up.
Tiffy, was very excited to be going and we headed to the vet's office at 7:00 a.m.. I get her checked in, told the vet tech the problem and told her what my diagnoses was. I thought it was her anal glands that needed to be expressed. The reason, is Tucker had the same problem one summer. He couldn't move his tail, had problems going to the bathroom, but same as Tiff - appetite was fine. She wrote all of this down and she said they would call me when they knew something. I said goodbye to Tiffy and hopped in the car and drove to school.
By the time I got to the school parking lot, the Dr. called me with the diagnoses! Wait, that had to be 10 minutes! But he did, she did not have impacted anal glands she had Swimmer's Tail. Dr. Whitehill asked me, "Have you been on a long walk lately?" "Yes, we went for over an hour on Sunday? How did you know?" "I ask because sometimes this can cause Swimmer's Tail; Labrador Retrievers get it from swimming and using their tail so much in the water, and Tiffy has sprained her tail and it's called swimmer's tail. Also, her ears are very dirty, do you want us to clean them out? I have an antibiotic I'll put in her ears too." "So wait, she sprained her tail?" "Yes, when I lifted it up she cried out and I gave her some Rymadil to ease the pain and I'll send those home with her too. Did you want to get some of the cleaner for her ears from us, or pick some up somewhere else?" "No.....I'll get if from you.....so she sprained her tail, from wagging it too much, is that what I am understanding?" "Yes, basically. It will take a couple of weeks for the pain to go away but she can still go for walks." And he was right. It did take a couple of weeks for her to use her tail again and just like that, she is all better today. Even her ears!
Competitive Nature
Christmas Day, my family was gathering over at my parents house for our Christmas Day meal. My Aunt Dee, Uncle George and my cousin Steve from San Antonio came too. All of us adults went out to watch Emery and Eli ride on their bikes and cars, video-taping, taking pictures and cheering on their efforts. After a couple of hours of this excitement, we headed in for lunch.
After a good meal and some yummy deserts, Stacey and I went out to watch the kids ride again. Emery also got a razor scooter from my parents and she brought that too to play with. While she was riding on the car, I got the scooter to see if I could do it. I use to be a great skateboarder back in the late 70's so I thought no problem, I can do this. And I wasn't too bad on it either. I wasn't doing tricks or anything, but I was doing pretty good.
Since I could ride on something too, I told Emery, "Let's have a race; you in the car, me on the scooter" Ready, on your mark, get set, go! Off we go, I am going up hill on the street and I am going pretty slow, because I know her car cannot go that fast, so I am letting her get even up with me. The one thing I didn't do was designate a finish line. So, of course, when I clearly won, she went past me to claim she won! Okay, okay, I didn't argue with her. I told her let's race back, but this time, the finish line is their van. Okay, we agreed and Ready, on your mark get set, go! We were off again, I didn't have to push too much because the street was going down hill so I had some time to ride on the scooter. Emery is of course behind me again and I can't really slow down for her. Being the good aunt that I am, I teased her; claiming my victory well before the finish line! Little did I know, she was gaining on me! All of the sudden in my peripheral vision I see her green monster of a car swooping in next to my left leg, I swerve to my right and she keeps coming at me blocking me on my left. I can't stop, because I don't know how and because I am going downhill. She is coming in closer, I yell at her, "Emery! What are you doing?" She laughs, I yell again, "Hey, your going to make me fall!" And that is exactly what I did. I fell off the scooter and into the street and in someones yard! I landed with my arms out in front of me, and my left knee skidded down first, then the rest of my upper body hit. My right arm was bent under me bracing my fall and the scooter flipped up and hit me in the rear, hard too! Stacey is running to my aid asking me, "Are you alright?" In between my giggles, I said, "I think I broke my shoulder!", I felt a jolt of pain in my bicep area and had to lay there for a bit. Emery is sitting on her car laughing and I am laughing and so is Stacey!
I finally got up and did my best to guilt my niece for running her poor, old, aunt off the road, just because she was loosing the race! It really made an impact, because she grabbed her scooter, leaving her car still in the road and took off down the street! She has always been competitive and now, I believe she is cut-throat competitive!
Yummy Butter!
For our New Year's Day meal, I told my mom I would make chocolate chip cookies to bring over for dessert, since she was making all of these yummy dishes, that it was the least I could do. On Thursday afternoon, I made the cookie dough, using my new mixing bowls, and my new flour and sugar containers. I felt just like the Barefoot Contessa, scooping out the flour and sifting it. Once I had mixed all the ingredients together and added the chocolate chips, I started cleaning up and I let the dogs lick the beater! ( They don't get any chocolate but I do let them eat the dough!)
I washed the mixing bowls, put away my new containers and cleaned off the counter tops. Done! I head back to my office to finish my book on cd and before I sat down, I heard a noise. A rustling sound, a crunching? It was loud! Tucker heard it too and turned his head. I knew exactly what it was and who is was - Tiffy! Getting in to the kitchen trash can. I step over Tucker in the hallway and sure enough there she is in the kitchen chomping on something, egg shells on floor, the chocolate chip bag laying right next to her. I get up to Tiff and see her chowing down on a butter wrapper! I pull the corner out from her mouth, ripping it and then gently open her mouth to reach in and get the rest. She is not dropping it! I feel around in there and finally find it at the back of her throat, pulling it out slobbery and buttery, wadded up in a ball! (It's like when Kevin spit-up Mr. Fredrickson's walker, in Up!) "Oh, Tiffy!" I cried out, "Girlie, don't you know you can't eat paper?" I walked over the trash can to throw away the butter wrapper, and the egg shells and the chocolate chip bag. As, I am throwing this all away, I look at her and say, "There better be another butter wrapper in here!" And unfortunately, there wasn't! So, I can conclude that Tiffy ate one butter wrapper and was on to her second one by the time I had intervened and foiled the plan. It seems, all of us girls like butter!
So, I did check in the back yard yesterday morning to see if there is a butter wrapper out there but so far, I haven't seen it! I guess it will show up, soon!
Enjoy!
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