Reay to be done

Our dog has had pins and external rods sticking out of her leg now for about 8 weeks.  Up until about 3 weeks ago, she had left her leg and bandages alone.  Not anymore.  She has become quite good at tearing everything off and leaving bits of gauze all over the room when we are not looking.

Here you can see her destruction.  She won't even look at me because she knows she's in trouble. I can't blame her though.  I'm sure having metal hardware coming out of your leg is extremely uncomfortable and itchy.

We thought we had outsmarted her by putting on one of Scott's old socks on top of all the gauze and wrappings.  Nope.  She figured out how to take that off too.  We still have no idea how she manages to pull off a sock without it getting stuck on pins and rods.  But she does.  Now we have added duct tape on top of the sock to try and keep it on.  We are about ready to re-introduce her to the cone of shame.

Since the vets office is in Payson,  I have had to drive all the way down there every two weeks to get her leg checked and receive strict instructions on what to watch for at home.  Last time I took her, they sedated her to do some work on her leg.  45 minutes later, I ended up driving home a semi-sedated dog that couldn't walk in a straight line and that managed to pee all over my van.  I really am done with this ordeal.

Luckily this is almost over.  Next Wednesday she gets it all taken out and replaced with a splint.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Bennett

When Bennett sets his mind to cleaning something, he can do a really good job.  The other day I sent all the boys down to clean their rooms.  Bennett came up awhile later and asked me to come down and see his room.  That is always a good sign. 

I went down and this is what I saw.  Deodorant all lined up on his nightstand.  I didn't know he had that many.  Stuffed animals all laid out just the way he likes them.  His WWII book that he got for Christmas at the head.

And best of all his blue blankets lovingly arranged at the foot.  He loved and still loves the remains of his baby blanket. (Don't tell him I told you that.)  It reminds me of these.

See the little blue triangle piece on the top?  Funny story about that.  A couple years ago, Scott decided to clean out the filter on our washing machine.  It hadn't been cleaned out since we moved to this house.  It was full of a lot of scary stuff.  That little triangle was one of the things we found.  Except it didn't look that blue when he pulled it out.  It was disgusting.  After years of water and dirt getting drained through it, it hardly looked liked a piece of fabric at all.  But I knew that Bennett would love it again if I cleaned it up.  And so I did.  I scrubbed that little triangle with a scrub brush until it was clean.  And he does love it and I believe, though I can't be for certain and I will never ask, that he will oftentimes stick that little piece in his pocket.

Owen and Tape

Owen loves tape.  Loves it.  Scotch, packing, painting, duct.  It doesn't matter what kind, he will use it to fix, play or otherwise entertain himself.   He particularly likes to fix things with it.  If anything is broken or has a hole in it, tape is always the solution.  A few months ago I noticed that he had  covered a hole in his sock with tape.  Not surprisingly, it rarely is a permanent fix.

Several weeks ago, Scott went down into our play room and found that Owen had taped all over the walls.  And he hadn't cleaned it up.  The real kicker.  This was one of many incidents of him using a ton and us finding it all over the house.   So, we ended up banning him from using tape without our permission. 

It was no surprise to me to find this glove the other day outside on our back porch.  It is one of my old pairs with a hole in it.  I didn't even have to think twice about who decided to patch the hole with a band-aide instead of tape.  Owen.  If he is anything, he is creative.