- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
I honestly thought the chaos was over, we survived the holidays, no one died or got food poisoning…everyone was happy with their gifts, the prime rib came out perfect and there was zero drama….oh, what a fool I was.
It all came crashing down at 1:30 this morning, my darling greyhound jarred me awake in the throes of a seizure, my poor prince white knuckled his way though it without so much as a whimper…I rushed him downstairs, checked him all over, carried all 80 pounds of him onto the couch, threw a blanket over us and after a 30 minute nap, he was fit as a fiddle and nimble as a gazelle…although a little shaken, along with the other two dogs, it was clear we weren’t getting anymore sleep tonight.
Mr. 99, the lovely creature that he is, sensed something was amiss, even in his bear like slumber, came downstairs to find me crying all over my dark prince and in his own grumpy, but dripping with honey kind of way, totally fixed all of it without even really bothering to wake up…
Him: So what the hell was that?
Me: About 9.2 on the Richter Scale.
Him: Someone get stuck under the bed again?
Me: No, Cairo had a seizure…the vet said it would happen sooner or later.
Him: If you keep crying all over him he’s gonna get cold.
Me: I don’t care…I’m sad.
Him: I think he cares, hasn’t he been through enough tonight without you soaking him in salt water?
Me: He could have died!
Him: But he didn’t, and he won’t…that lanky hound isn’t going anywhere for a few years yet….
Me: You don’t even care!
Him: That’s exactly right…I don’t care, that’s why I got out of bed, and came all the way down here so I could lay on the couch with you and the Waterhorse to watch cartoons until dawn…
Me: I’m sorry we woke you up…
Him: Well I should say so…next time schedule whatever the hell that was for an afternoon, would you? I’m going to go get a towel and put on some coffee…how bout some pancakes, Panky?