Neanderthal Checking In

Cowboy here. It's been a stretch between blog posts so I'm updating for my sweetheart. Sar's asleep - a break in her day to take a much needed nap. A few things going on. She had a mild case of pneumonia, nothing to worry about the doc said. I worry anyway. Forced those meds down her throat, ignored the "Sar cussing" I always hear when I do that. Remembered to keep a leg around hers so I didn't get kicked while the meds did their magic. There's a slight cough still happening but for the most part, she's feeling ok.

The imp's back in the kitchen, couldn't be happier. Mia innamorata made a feast last night that rivals most restaurants - osa bucca, rigatoni coated in pesto, antipasto, plus a rich chocolate/apricot beignet for dessert. Got home a bit early, saw what was on the stove and was ready to eat there and then. The little devil made me wait till our normal dinner hour, about 2 hours later.

Our female Rott has been coughing for a few days. Sar brought the animal into the house. The dog and her mate have a heated kennel - the weather's been fairly mild but my wife wanted the beast close by. Long story short: Sar took her temp, the animal had a fever, cough was harsh and continuous. Bundled up the dog (and Sar) & went to the vet. Panda has pneumonia.

A shot, meds, a comfortable bed in front of the fire calmed things down a bit. Had to bring Tank into the house. The dog barked until he could lay down by his partner. Both spending the night in the house and Sar taking Panda's temp periodically. Cough is calmer - just like Sar's-- Mia bambina dragged a sleeping bag downstairs to be next to the dogs. I know better than to object. Can't sleep alone; I got another sleeping bag, etc.

As soon as Sar's other 2 dogs saw her lay next to the Rott, they settled by our side. 3 Rotts and a Bull Mastiff - about 500 lbs. of fur - mia bambina in the middle. (Plus the 2 cats.) Couldn't believe I let her get away with that but it was the lesser of the 2 evils. She would have been up and down the stairs all night. This way, she got a bit of rest.

She was up early this morning, cooking breakfast for the menagerie, checking Panda's temp. The animal got homemade chicken soup with noodles which the other dogs *had* to have, English muffins smothered in honey; god knows what else. I had to make my own breakfast.

Sar tells me to give Panda a pill. Yeah, right. I pry the dog's mouth open, eye all those teeth, toss in a pill and get it spit back at me. Sar walks over - holds the dog's muzzle - says "open." The animal opens its mouth, Sar pushes pill down its throat. Dog swallows. Dog licks the imp's face. Sar kisses dog. Unbelievable.
I swat her for the hell of it. The woman laughs!

There was a break in the laughter when I asked her what *she* ate for breakfast. A few swats later, I made her breakfast. I put the plate in front of the imp, said "open" and learned I was a Neanderthal.

Cowboy