Up Already, and Blogging.

I created this life. No, I don't believe I created my own being or destiny or that fate is impossible. I do believe that human will-power is a beautiful thing and can accomplish wonders. This is not what I am taking about this morning though. I created a house full of small dogs that run my life. KP has something to do with this as well. We are push-overs so they sleep in our bed, lay on our couch, and cuddle in our blankets. Essentially, they do whatever they want.

I am up this morning, and blogging about it, because our youngest canine, Mac, has a cough. It sounds like he's got a chip lodged in the back of his throat and he can't cough it up or down. KP thinks its phlegm and gave him a benedryll, the cure-all in our house, which happens to not be a decongestant and did nothing for the cough. After going to sleep at midnight, I woke up to coughing in my face at 1:15, 3:15, 4:44, and 5:53, at which time I got up with little Mac, gave him some crackers and tried to go back to bed. KP asked what I did to make quiet him and when my answer involved food, he said, "oh, I thought you strangled him." I thought about it, and then i remembered that he is helpless and I love him dearly.

From that point on, I tossed and turned, until finally deciding to get up at 7:30, hoping that the vet's office would miraculously open at 8 on a Saturday morning. No such luck; 9 it is.

Waiting, waiting, waiting...poor little Macaroon.