In the meantime, Will has returned from his adventure in Baltimore. As I mentioned in a previous post, he was sent there for work. They promoted him, and sent him off for training. He had a really good time. Met a lot of fun people, from around the country, and the globe for that matter. There were a few gentlemen there from England. Anyway, all in all, I am GLAD to have him home. It gets lonely with only a wiener dog to talk to... (and he doesn't talk back... not yet anyway...) As a matter of fact, I haven't even heard him bark yet! He whines a lot, but no barks...Cecil has found the sun! He loves to lay on the carpet in front of the sliding glass door in our apartment. He'll stretch his little body out in front of the window and just bathe in the sun.
Last week while Will was gone, I took little Cecil out to my Mom's house to meet his cousins (the other 4 wiener dogs) and visit with my Mom. So much for a fun trip to 'Grandma's' house to visit with the cousins... First off, let me give you a little background on the 'cousins'...When we (Kale, Ev, and I) were little, my Dad brought home our first wiener dog. We named him Chester. Chester was such a good dog. Thinking about him gets me all teary-eyed. I miss him so. Chester was dubbed the "huntin', fishin', campin' dog". He LOVED anything outdoors. We have so much video-tape of him while we were out camping or on the boat. He would literally get on the back of the boat and try to get the fish as my Dad reeled them in! Anyway, long story short, he was the best dog and we loved him so. After being blessed with him being around for about ten years, he ended up getting some sort of bone cancer growth or brain tumor on his little head. We noticed it in the spring of 2000 (I think) a little bump that was growing underneath his right ear (I think). We watched it for a couple weeks, and it concerned us to the point that we took him to our vet's office. That's when we got the horrible news. Basically there was nothing they could do. To operate would be very expensive and they didn't guarantee that he would even make it through the surgery. Our instructions were very simple: make his life as happy as you possibly can until he gets to the point that he can't function on his own. He lasted a long 5 months, and he had his good and bad days. I remember it got to the point in August that we were thinking of taking him in and putting him down. He got so bad that he couldn't walk straight, would have accidents, run into things, and was just not the same doggie we knew. So, we'd decide, "ok, tomorrow we'll take him in." Then the next day he would be perfectly fine! Like a totally different dog. So, of course we couldn't take him in. We just kept holding on, as long as he wanted to hold on. He lasted until September 28th of 2000, and Sept. 28th just so happens to be my Mom's birthday. (I think he waited till that day for a reason.) He didn't want to be forgotten and it was very special for us. It was like he was saying, "Ok, I think I can go now, and everything will be ok". I remember getting the call from my Mom at about 8 o'clock that night (I was up at a friends house) to come home cuz it was time. I knew exactly what she was talking about and I literally ran home as fast as I could. Kale, Everett, and one of Kale's best friends (since elementary) was there waiting, along with my Mom. When I walked in, Chester was lying there on the kitchen floor, just lifeless. I got down on my hands and knees to lay next to him. I remember looking into his eyes and knowing he was ready to go. So, we packed everyone and everything up and took off to the after-hours vet hosp. I sat in the front seat with Chester wrapped in a blanket, as we drove to downtown SLC. Once we got to the hospital, they took us all into a little room, and the Dr has us all leave while he put the tiny little IV in Chester's tiny little leg. The Dr called us all back in to say our 'Goodbye's' and we just cried and cried. (I am actually crying right now, just remembering that moment.) They let us stay in the room while they injected the "sleeping med" into the little IV, and we just watched him fall asleep. So peaceful. We were so happy that he was not in pain anymore, but so sad that we weren't going to have him anymore. The Dr asked my Mom what we wanted to do with him afterwards, and my Mom said that we were going to bury him in our backyard. So, we had his blanket to wrap him in, and a box to take him back home in. We buried him with all his possessions, his doggie bowl, his collar and leash, his tennis ball, and a few other things. He's in our backyard, where he always loved to be.
WOW! So much for long-story-short.... sorry about that... The reason I brought up Chester, was because about a week after he passed, it was way too quiet in the house. We needed another little wiener dog. So, we went wiener dog shopping. We found a little red one, that really resembled Chester, and we named him C.J. (Chester Jr). After about 2 years of having C.J., we decided he needed a friend. So, we went wiener dog shopping again. We found little Tug. (Kale named him.) Then, a few more years later, someone noticed that we had wiener dogs and stopped by the house. They had a female and asked my Mom if they could "borrow" C.J.. . . hahaha Well, we got to pick one of the puppies out of the liter. We picked a girl, and we named her Molly. Little Molly full-grown weighs in at about 5 lbs. She is tiny. And she rules the roost. Don't let her fool you. Then 2 years ago, my brother Kale wanted to get a dog for him and his wife. So Kale found a liter on KSL.com and talked me into getting one as well. Kale got Charlie, and I got Eddie. My baby Eddie is deaf and partially blind (so he's not all there) but for having disabilities, he is a very good dog. Just a teddy bear.
So... back to last week... while Cecil and I were out visiting, my Mom and I went outside with all the doggies to let them play and get to know their new baby cuzin, Cecil. When all the sudden, out of the freakin' blue, Tug and Eddie get into it! BAD! All I remember hearing was growling and barking and yipe-ing. Like they were trying to kill each other. I yelled to my Mom to grab Cecil so he didn't get caught in the action, and I went head first into a dog-fight. Trying my hardest to pull them apart. (I'm not so good at pulling dogs apart in a dog-fight.) Everett was in the house, heard the commotion, and came running outside to pull them apart. He grabbed Tug and pulled him away, and as he did that I noticed blood on him. I grabbed Eddie and took him in the house to inspect the damage. Tug had bit the tiniest piece of Eddie's right ear. I'm talking the very tip of his ear, and it was as small as the tip of a ballpoint pen. But it would not quit bleeding. Needless to say, I had blood all over my clothes. But I was not even worried about that. I was worried about my Eddie. Poor little guy doesn't know what's going on. I got him to sort-of settle down, and held his ear with a paper towel to try to get it to stop bleeding. Then he would wiggle away, and flip his head around and blood would go flying. (talk about a pain in the butt) so, I'd have to wrestle him down again, and try to hold his ear. I ended up cleaning it and putting some neosporin on it with some band aids (and yes, they did stick). He's ok now, and Ev inspected Tug, and there were no war wounds on him.
So much for a fun time at Grandma's house...
Wednesday night, I gave Cecil his first bath. Will went and bought some doggie shampoo and I gave the little guy a scrub. He hated it. He was trying to climb out of the tub the entire time.
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Glad you're having so much fun being Cecil's "mommy." Isn't it crazy the things that bring back all those memories! Glad Will is back, its lonely being home alone!
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