Oh yes, another post about Laddie. He now has a yeast infection in his right ear, and the left one looks not too good either. Another vet trip. Dr. C. said, “Laddie, you’ve been here entirely too much in your first year!”. More drugs, and we’re on the way. I was also warned that he’ll be susceptible to ear yeast infections because of his wheat allergy. Now I know.
Thanks to Rhel and Sydney, we have ANOTHER round of the poops for Laddie, just after I cleared the last one. Rhel left a PBnJ sandwich on the table and left the room. That was too much temptation for Sydney, who managed to get on top of the table and knock the sandwich to the floor. Took it to her kennel, where she shared the sandwich with Laddie.
Where was I? Doing dishes in the kitchen and dealing with Sarah. I need to be cloned.
A little poop, a little barf, and Laddie is back chasing his tail for 10 minutes at a time.
You may be wondering who Rhel is. Or not. Rhel is the 4 year old who lives here. The name is pronounced “Arr Hell”. Or when things are very bad, “Our Hell”. Oh Lord, I hate Age Four. It is miserable. The lying. The stealing. The fighting. The misery and wailing.
I wish Rachel would come back. But, based on the last 4 year old that was in this house, Rhel is here for another eight months. I don’t know if I’ll last that long.
Sarah asked me if I was a foul 4 year old. I don’t know. All I remember about Age 4 is that John Thompson (our next door neighbor) asked me to marry him. I guess Sarah will have to talk to her grandma.