14 July 2006

Funny story

First, I won't bore you with progress pics of the crochet blanket and the ribbing. With my wrist issues, everything is moving slowly. Thanks to all of you for your concern and suggestions for making my wrist feel better. I have actually had problems with my joints (wrists, ankles, shoulders and occasionally knees) for years. Since I'm not particularly athletic, it is not usually a problem. However, being the copious note-taker that I am, in college I often had swollen wrist issues. Once it got so bad that the doctor thought he was going to have to use a syringe to draw out the excess fluid. (Luckily, its not that bad now.) When I finally learned to swim in college, I always pulled to one side because my right shoulder would "click" and hurt after a while. It turned out that the force of the strokes was pulling my shoulder out of the joint, causing the clicking sound and making me sore. Needless to say, I don't swim very much.

Now that I have grossed you out, here is a picture of my doggies. They are too cute as they patiently watch me pouring out their food and waiting for their "eat" command.

Last night, Genny (the GSD mix) was apparently spooked by something before bed time. Normally, she crawls under our bed to sleep but she kept pacing. She even wriggled out of her collar and ran out of the room and started going through the house. I thought she was looking for hubby since he was in the second bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, she still wouldn't lay by the bed or under it (her favorite place). We walked through the house with her, tried letting her out again (she sometimes "forgets" to go because she gets distracted in the yard), and she just ran back into her crate, panting hard. We got down on the floor and called her into our room (her crate is in another room). She stayed by the door. We looked at her from across the room, with our heads looking out from under the bed. She finally came to us, crawling under the bed to where we were. She looked at me and just started licking my face for a while.

Now, this may not seem particularly funny to you but keep in mind this process took over 30 minutes so it was after midnight, we were on the floor in our PJs, calling in soothing voices to get our dog to lay down under the bed, the whole time Cam (the greyhound) just lay on his bed looking like we were interrupting his rest. It suddenly struck me as ridiculous at the time. She finally settled down but I was half-asleep all night listening for her panting or other signs of distress. I didn't sleep well but Genny appears just fine today. It would really make things easier if they could just tell you what was wrong.


twig said...

Most of the time I'm glad my girls can't talk, but at times like that, I wish they could.

Trillian42 said...

Poor Genny! She is quite the stressball sometimes, isn't she?

And how cute are they, waiting for dinner!!!

Beth said...

I love me a good dog picture! Mine aren't usually afraid of things, but every once in a while, something out of the blue will spook one.