Wednesday was a really good day. Karen came in and fed the fur babies and then got me up in my chair to start the day. I took Robby for a cruise through Depot Park, down to the wharf, over to the boardwalk and then back home to get Dude to go for my appointment downtown with Jessica to get my hair did, I have an appointment last week but my chair wasn't working right so I had to reschedule. I always feel so clean and fresh after my appointment. After my appointment with Jessica, we cruised down to the wharf and up and down a couple times and then back home to hang out in the yard for a while with Robby until Rosa came in to feed everybody and then put me to bed. I listened to an audiobook until I fell asleep.
Thursday was a pretty good day. Karen came in and got me up after feeding the crew. The Woofpack came to get Robby, he seemed to be really uncomfortable during the night and I thought about keeping him home but then I thought maybe moving around is a good thing and he can poop out whatever he ate. Dude and I cruising around downtown until my appointment with Carol, my psychologist. The appointment went by really fast and then Dude and I took off for a really long cruise through Depot Park and way down Westcliff Drive, what beautiful scenery… It took way too many pictures but I just couldn't stop myself. We cruised back down to the end of the wharf and then back home to hang out with Robby in the driveway until Rosa came in. When they brought Robby back he still acted uncomfortable and unfortunately his regular bet was about to close so we took him to the emergency vet. They sent him home with some anti-inflammatory medicine and some tramadol but he was still uncomfortable all night long. She fed everybody and then put me to bed and I was out pretty quick.
Friday was another long day. Karen came in and we did some personal care in a nice long hot bath. Robby was still acting very uncomfortable so I decided to just stay in bed and we can all rest, I had to call my mom to come down a couple times in the middle of the night to let Robby out and give him some muscle relaxers… I used to take these and they do make you pretty relaxed. We took Robby back down to his regular vet and they kept him for most of the day and call me every once in a while to give me an update. When Theresa got here I had her go down and pick up Robby, poor guy. She made me a killer dinner after she fed the crew and I was out for a while but got woken up a couple more times by Robby crying at the back door.
Saturday was a good day to rest. Cindy came in and fed everybody and let me sleep as long as possible. I didn't get much sleep because I kept waking up to see where Robby was and if he was okay, I stayed in bed and slept most of the day. I could hear people coming in and out but I just didn't want to wake up. Theresa came in in the afternoon and went to the store and got some chicken and white rice, that's what they suggest that Robby eats for a couple of days… It smelled pretty good. Of course, as predicted I didn't sleep AGAIN and had to call my mom to come down a couple of times to give him muscle relaxers or pain pills and that seems to help for a couple of hours. I hope they find out what's wrong with him soon.
Sunday was a pretty good day. Cindy came in and fed everybody and while she was fixing my breakfast somebody came to the door. She came in here because she didn't want to open the front door because he didn't look familiar, he looked a little Tweeky and looked like he had tattoos from head to toe and wouldn't look at the camera. He parked his bike inside the gate and walked up and down the driveway a couple of times and up to the front door a couple of times. I texted my aunt to tell her about him but she said my uncle was already outside watching. When he took his bike and left he stood outside the gate and talk to another guy that was sitting in a black minivan for about 1/2 an hour and then my uncle came over to ask them if they needed help with anything. The guy said that he just had the wrong address. After breakfast, I decided to just stay in bed again and keep an I on Robby… He's not doing any better and they can't find anything wrong with him. He just lays on his belly and whines and does like a little soldier crawl, it's so heartbreaking to see him in pain. Apparently, dogs can take a lot of pain so when he starts whining I know it's really something. Jan was here for a visit and I rated to her on our cruise down the Westcliff so we cruised for a while and then came home. Theresa came in and made Robbie some more chicken and white rice to eat, I think Dude is probably a little jealous and it did smell good but he has his regular food. I watched TV for a while until I fell asleep and of course, was opened up again a couple times by Robby whining, it's just so hard to take.
