A Puppy's Pupil, That's Me

Early this afternoon I let Coosa out to go bark at birds he can't catch and dig holes because a yard can never have too many. You know, normal doggie duties. About an hour later I go out to check on him, because I am a overprotective mother in training, and there he is laying on his bed not moving just looking at me. Not typical! Usually if you go without seeing him for more than 5 seconds he acts like he hasn't seen you in 5 days. I call him in because it is literally 20 degrees outside and before me appears the most pitiful thing in the world. He is limping... LIMPING! He limps his poor little self all the way in the living room where he proceeds to lay down and not get up for anything.

I call Jerrod into the room, where even he seems to be concerned for him. I say "even" because it takes a lot to get my hubs worked up... "Aaaa, rub a little dirt on it", he says. Nevertheless, I head to a dinner with friends and then to church to try out another Bible Study (long story for another day). Well, long story short, I step out of the class to see where a friend went and call Jerrod. On the phone he proceeds to tell me that he thinks Coosa is worse, so I head straight home to find my poor pup asleep on the sofa. He doesn't get up to greet me or even sit up. He looks so pitiful.

I then go into mommy mode and drag his pallet from our bedroom to the living room. I try to check his paw, only to be one tooth shy of losing a finger. Then, I naturally go and get a water bowl and hold it under his face as he looks at me with the worst puppy eyes. Jerrod finally returns home from his trip to the church and immediately leaves to get the pup Tylenol. Readers don't fret! We discovered Tylenol is not a wise choice, so I then ran to CVS and got the poor defenseless pup some baby aspirin. I brought it home where he excitedly chewed up an aspirin (as he does everything else) and begged for another. I did not give him another but did treat him to a spoonful of peanut butter (always fun to watch).

Then suddenly the heavens opened and the angels of the Lord descended upon us. They each gathered around Coosa and laid their fair, feathered wings upon him and blessed him with their healing powers.

Well not exactly... but I'm beginning to wonder...

Coosa abruptly begged to go outside where he decided he was suddenly capable of running to the bottom of the yard to relieve himself, trotting along with a piece of cardboard in his mouth and begging Jerrod to play with him. He then decided he was also capable of running inside, jumping his suddenly healed paw on the counter, and dragging his 20 inch long rawhide around the house.

And to think, an hour earlier I was down on my hands and knees feeding him water out of a bowl carefully hovered under his precious chin. Now I know what you are thinking. I got played! No, I have decided that Coosa was trying to teach me a lesson... Oh, Jerrod I think my toe hurts... hehe!