I have always been quite a pretender.
I used to be able to have full conversations with characters in my mind as a child.
My mom would ask, Vanessa who are you talking to?
(as she looked at me through the rear view mirror)
And I'd say, no one.
In a tone as though she was invading my little world.
If I was really bored, and I found a clothing catalog, I could have a whole story going on with the models in the catalog. Back and forth page to page, for hours.
So, while Matty, Miles and I are all bundled up together, trying to get Matty well...
We, ahem, I mean I, am dreaming we are in other places.
Doodle travel adventures, if you will.
Of course the puppies want to be in Paris.
Who wouldn't?
Anything for a busy French cafe and a croissant.
Of the real variety.
Non?
Matty seems to be doing a little bit better after every dose of medication.
He has one steroid for any possible inflammation/pain.
4 antibiotics for a multitude of infections, even though the blood tests show none.
And, one valley fever pill, even though he didn't test positive.
It's a lot, but like the doc said, it's all or nothing.
The vets seemed to think that if we were not aggressive, the worst could happen.
So, that's why all the pills.
I don't love pills.
But, they can be good when needed.
Now we wait wait wait, and see.
A few more days of pills to know.
I hope all your collective well wishes, and huge from a afar get well thoughts, are building like a giant snow ball, on it's way to cure the little 38 pound fur babe.
I have so much hope and positivity in my heart.
Thanks for helping build me up, buttercups.
I was real real sad.
And now, I am more hopeful and cheery.
Thinking good thoughts.
I don't think that the ER doc talking to me about saying good-bye really helped.
I think he'd be impressed that Matty seems to be getting a tinge better and not worse.
Although...
Last night Matty seemed not to feel well.
Shivers and such.
I bundled him up and rubbed his body gently.
But today, he is brighter than he has been since February 17th.
And always by my side.
Although, don't tell sweet Miles, but Matty is always my little weasel, sleeping with me at night, and following me around like a baby chick.
I love them both the same, tons, equally, but different, but equal.
But more than I could even imagine my heart could love.
You get it.
I don't have human babes, but these babes feel as much my children as any furless creatures could.
:)
For now, it's Paris by way of doodles.
Are you doodling yet?
Feel free to leave a link to your doodles in the comments section, if you'd like.
Doodle Day #3 is, doodling yourself on travels.
Go anywhere, via the doodlexpress.
Also.
Most importantly.
THANK YOU
for being
such amazing
decent
kind
loving
kindred
caring
friends.
I'll be busy with sale orders this weekend (this is wonderful!), oh me oh my!!
Happy as pie! Danka, Danka!!! ♥
Here's a little something from our Puppies in Paris on Friday...
ps: I too, like many of you, have thought about inner ear vestibular stuff regarding Matty. Since I suffer from vertigo, I have thought about it many times. The docs say that it is almost impossible to diagnose in pups, because you can't ask them, are you dizzy? etc. But it really is on my mind for sure.
Okay, see you real soon.
Looove,
Us
