Beer, fish oil, and sour milk....

Today turned out to be a great day. Especially after having such a crazy morning! Well, actually, it's been a crazy week! It started last week, when Savannah (my dog) had to have an emergency surgery to remove another cancerous tumor. As many of you know, she's been in remission for almost 3 years. A few weeks ago, I found a couple bumps that made me suspicious so I took her into her oncologist, Dr. Correa, to have them checked out. Turned out to be cancer again so we immediately scheduled a surgery with her regular vet, Dr. Grigsby. Problem was, Brent would be out of town for a few days, during which, I had to keep Savannah calm and locked inside, as well as the twins. The twins are "loving" the dogs right now and all they want to do is play with them. Ashley just about gave me a heart attack the other day, because, as I was changing Luke, she got a beer bottle out of a case that was blocking off the steps and tried to give it to Jackson (my other dog)who was behind a gate. Only thing was, she couldn't get it over the gate to Jackson and dropped it on the floor. I ran into the room (while leaving poor Luke with a poopy diaper half on, half off, and saw beer EVERYWHERE and Jackson drinking it.) UGH... Luckily, she didn't get hurt, she was just covered in beer and stunk for the rest of the day. I swear people were looking at me as we walked past them in the wagon, thinking I had been drinking all day. Looking back, maybe I should have started when that happened... Because the week only ended up getting crazier! So, that was the end of using a case of Samuel Adams and a case of Pellegrino to block off the stairs.

After a few days of taking care of Savannah and the twins, things seemed to get back to normal, and Brent came home from his business trip. Because he was gone for a few days, he had a ton of laundry and I was so busy carting the twins and Savannah back and forth to the vet, I was WAY behind on the rest of our laundry, so I decided to do one HUGE load. Only to find out that my genius husband, "who is not afraid to let you know that he was a member of MENSA" left freakin fish oil pills in the pocket of a pair of pants! Fish oil pills??? What? First of all, why in the heck were they in his pocket??!! Well..... my HUGE load of laundry? Stunk like fish. I'm talking rotten fish. We are the only people in the neighborhood (probably the whole state, that when you walk by our house when we're doing laundry, you don't smell the freshness of a fabric softener, you smell fish!) I re-washed the laundry, but just can't seem to get the smell out. I'm thinking because it's an oil?? Anyone have any suggestions for me? All we need is to replace the washer and dryer now. Good one Brent, kind of makes me think of the time you left lobster tails in our freezer when the hurricane hit. (ended up having to throw the whole refrigerator out...)

Speaking of refrigerator. We had a bad storm come through here last night, and lighting pretty much zapped out our phones and our fridge. Only thing is, I didn't notice the fridge was out until this morning when all the food I spent 2 1/2 hours making yesterday for the twins to have while we're out of town went bad. Our milk was sour and, yup, you guessed it. Brent and I had Mahi Mahi last night for dinner. Where were the leftovers? In the HOT fridge.

So, just when I'm about to lose it, I call and check my messages on our phone line (which is dead from the storm) and get the message from Savannah's vet. I am so happy to report, that Dr. Grigsby removed 100% of the tumor with clean margins. This means that she is CLEAR! We have an appointment on Thursday with her oncologist to check out a few more things, and then hopefully, I can say, Savannah is healthy. So, turns out, today was a great day. All this other stuff, doesn't mean anything. Besides, I'm going on vacation! I think......
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I'm thankful for having one of the best veterinary oncologists in the country only 45 minutes away. I'm thankful for Dr. Correa caring so much about Savannah, and I'm thankful for Dr. Grigsby doing Savannah's surgery on such short notice. And most of all, I'm thankful for my girl, Savannah, she's been my best friend for 10 years, and hopefully, will be for many more.

Here's a picture of Savannah just taken this week to show you how well she's doing!


And of course, I can't leave Jackson out. He loves Ashley so much. Especially since she gives him beer.....

Swim-Float-Swim

Well, our swimming lessons have concluded. I must say, that I'm a little relieved. It was every weekday for 6 weeks. Very time consuming. This wasn't like your everyday swimming lessons. They were taught to swim, float, swim and find their way out of whatever body of water they fall in. (it's really survival lessons) Their personalities REALLY came through at the lessons. Luke was all business, and would swim, swim swim, "get me out of this pool!!!" Where as Ashley would just float.... "Look at the sky and float". Don't think one is better than the other, but I know that if "god-forbid" they fell into the water, and nobody was around, they would survive. That's all I care about. One thing the program does, that I think is really great, is that they put them in full winter clothes. Blue jeans, sweatshirts, shoes and a real waterlogged diaper, (adding about 10 extra pounds) to make sure they can float this way. Because chances are, if they're going to fall in, they won't be in their bathing suits. We were going to video tape them at there graduation lesson, but of course being down here in South Florida, it got canceled due to weather, so all I have are a few old pictures. You can't really tell too much what's going on, but at least you can see them floating. I'll post a video when I get one..


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I'm thankful for programs like ISR that teach my children to be safe.