This weekend Brent finally convinced me to go to a gun class. He signed the both of us up for the safety certification class on Friday, which was 4 hours long. I have to say, I wasn’t all that excited because to be honest, guns scare the crap out of me. Brent loves them. He grew up around them and he just eats up everything that has to do with it. Me, you can drop me off at a mall and I will be entertained for a while. Brent, drop him off at Bass Pro Shops and the man will send hours upon hours just walking around the place. It doesn’t really help that the Bass Pro Shop in Foxboro has a bar inside of it.
A few weeks ago, Maggie and I wanted to stop at Victoria’s Secret for their semi-annual sale and Brent was at Bass Pro Shop for almost 3 hours. The sweet guy that he is, he bought me a beer bottle coozie.
Anyways, you get the point. So, Friday night we sat through the 4 hour class and learned about guns. How they work, how to store them, how to disarm them, how to apply for one and how to shoot one. It was actually really informational and slightly eased my terrifiedness of them. After learning about them for a while and practicing with some fake ones, they brought us into the range to give some real ones a go. I took a quick picture while I was standing in the range waiting, and I felt like a complete nerd because I not only looked like one, I was caught.
Brent was already shooting his revolver and semi-automatic. They had instructors standing there with you just to make sure you weren’t going to accidentally shoot yourself or anyone else.
All good things.
You ended up shooting about 20 rounds and then went back to your seat. I didn’t do too badly. I was extremely consistent, but I kept hitting the bottom left corner of the box we were aiming at. I took a picture of the target paper but it’s on Brent’s phone. I really didn’t do too badly for the first time shooting at a target. I was really consistent, so they were thinking the sights might have been off.
On Sunday morning, I woke up to Oreo jumping off my bed, which is about 2 feet high, and spinning around in pain. She was biting at her bum so I naturally thought she had to go out. I let her out and she immediately went to the bathroom then curled up in a ball under a tree. I called her back inside and she just sauntered back in and curled up in a ball with her head on my leg. She was being unbelievably clingy and if you have a dog, you know that’s the first sign that something is wrong and they don’t feel well.
I picked up her and carried her downstairs where Brent is sleeping and woke him up with a hurt Oreo. He brought her back outside because at his point she was salivating at a crazy rate. Her entire mouth was soaking wet. She immediately went over to a tree and curled up in a ball. And if you have ever watched Marley and Me, you KNOW this is never good.
We ended up calling a 24/7 emergency vet and they gave us the address to a closer one. After waiting for 45 minutes or so, the vet did a quick exam and came to the conclusion that she herniated a disk. Painful. We brought her back home under strict instructions to keep her as immobile as possible. No long walks, no stairs, no jumping, no playing. Just sleep. I thought we were going to have to put her in her crate for hours but the poor thing has no interest in anything but sleep.
The poor thing. We have her on pain medication, which seems to help a ton. I’m such a sucker though…I’ve been trying to make things as easy as possible. She doesn’t really want to eat but she has to in order to take her meds so I sat there and fed her the food one by one. I have also just pushed her food right up to her little bed and let her munch in the laziest of positions.
Yesterday she was definitely much better than Day 1. Today, I would say she is around the same as yesterday. A bit more active but still in a bunch of pain. I have heard that herniating a disk isn’t that uncommon in smaller dogs. It just usually happens when they are a bit older…not 2. It makes me nervous that she is looking forward to many more of these episodes. 😦
They all make fun of me because I’m slightly babying her…but someone’s got to do it!!
Last night I also came up with a Clockwork Ab workout to share with you. I had Maggie do it with me at the gym and she loved it. There are no crunches and it will really get you!
Are you the type that babies your sick ones or are you the “Meh, give her the meds and she’s fine!” ??