I really don’t want every single post I write to be about Sampson and his struggles with a partial ACL tear or his adrenal glands. (I’m pretty sure you don’t either!)

I’m going to do my best NOT to do that. But as most of you know, typically people talk about what they know and the situations that impact their lives. And when you have an ill or injured pet, that is definitely life impacting.

Even though you may have an ill or injured pet, there are still instances where you can find humor. Hell, I can pretty much find humor in most situations. It may not always be nice, or politically correct, but you can bet your ass I’m laughing about it.

Sometimes if I’m really non-PC, I’m only laughing on the inside, but I’m still laughing.

Sampson did a partial ACL tear on a Tuesday. On that miserable walk out of the park, my sweet, sweet boy managed to take a dump.

And THAT was the last one he took, for over 36 hours.

As we hit the 24 hour mark, I placed a call to the vet. The last thing I needed was for the damn dog to get impacted with poop on top of everything else he had going on.

The vet suggested some pumpkin as a natural way to get the process going and explained that sometimes when we have an injury, it takes our systems a little bit of time to ‘reset’ themselves.

Not to mention, (I thought), the dog isn’t getting out and walking to help move things along.

Wednesday night as I snuggled with Sampson I said to Hubby, “I hope he poops in the house tomorrow.”

It’s okay really.  With the raw diet, the poop is very hard and is easy to pick up.  A shot of disinfectant on the floor and you’d never even know it happened. 😉 (Well YOU would, because I would tell you and then if you came to my house, you’d be like, “Where was it? Remember Patty, don’t sit on HER floor.”)

The vet had said to keep Sampson’s potty breaks to five to seven minutes only two or three times per day.

Immediately after his injury we were confining him to our yard.

No wonder he wouldn’t poop.

So Thursday morning I thought, well why can’t his five to seven minutes be outside the yard? I leashed him up, set the timer on my phone for three minutes and very slowly and carefully we set out.

Well lo and behold, he pooped! I was so excited I shot Hubby a text. And his response made me LAUGH.  Check it out.

 

I told you we could find the humor in most situations.

Another thing that happened was both funny and sad.

Sampson hasn’t been coming to bed with me a lot lately. I’m not sure if he hates us helping him up on the bed or what (maybe it’s time to put the mattress back on the floor) but he’s spent a lot of nights in the living room.

Saturday night was one of those nights. He was stretched out in front of the fireplace and I said good night and we went to bed.

Somewhere around 1:00 am Delilah barked and jumped off the bed. This isn’t so unusual unto itself because she does do this randomly. I don’t know why. Maybe she has a dream or maybe she just likes to fuck with my REM cycle, but if you’ve ever been startled awake, you know what I mean.

What WAS different this time was that she ran down the hall and into the living room, barking the whole way.

It wasn’t a holy shit, there’s somebody in the house bark, it was more like, run, run, woof, run, run, woof.

Once I was pretty sure there was no-one in the house, I followed her, only to find her standing in front of Sampson who was still lying right where I’d left him.

Once Hubby and I were on the scene, she left and went back to bed. In Hubby’s spot. (She’s evil that one.)

So there I was at 1:00 am wondering why the hell she woke me up and if something was terribly wrong with Sampson. Hubby rubbed his ear (Sampson’s not his own, I mean what would the point of that be?) And Sampson smiled, but he didn’t move.

Hubby went back to bed and I started to go myself and then I thought, what if something’s really wrong?

I tried coaxing Sampson up, but he wouldn’t move, so I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and laid down on the floor with my hand under his head. I knew he wasn’t in distress or pain because he was very calm and he wasn’t panting or exhibiting any other signs to indicate something was wrong.

It took me a while, but after about an hour or so I calmed down enough to start to fall asleep.

Then he got up and moved to a dog bed.

I guess Delilah’s not the only one who likes to mess with my sleep cycle.

Do you find humor in hard situations? Are you like me, sometimes just laughing to yourself?

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