Sunday, December 27, 2009
This was a different Christmas season for us. We weren't traveling down to my fathers like we usually do on Christmas Eve. My husband normally works on Christmas Eve until 2pm and then we make the "mad dash" (read extremely slow crawl) down the interstate to my fathers. The trip is normally a two hour drive but during the holidays it doubles in time. This year my husband had Christmas Eve off but all the family members wanted to bail out on the dinner (finances, weather, etc). We decided that I would just cook for our family and a family friend of the kids. Sounds relaxing right?
Wednesday I ended up picking up Aliegh early in the day (mama was on overstim) so she and I finished up the last minute shopping for the dinner and a talking duck toy for Ms Aliegh (we had decided to not exchange Christmas gifts this year but of course, she is the exception). We came home to find pig dog, aka Abe had done a search and seize thru the house. He had tried to get stuff off the top of the refrigerator (unsuccessful), got into my bags of yarn searching for food (did I mention he is food obsessed), and clearly was trying to chew thru his tupperware bin of dog food WHICH he managed to knock over (and pop the lid off). It was clear he had managed to inhale his way thru about 6 cups of food...maybe more.
Aliegh and I began to bake a pie for the next day's dinner. Abe normally is right there in the kitchen, waiting for scraps. Instead he was just hanging out watching. Within a couple hours, he began whining, pacing, and trying to get sick. Weimaraners are prone to bloat. Now he has gorged himself before and we just ended up with a massively gas producing dog. This time it was clear to me that we were in trouble. I ended up having to pack up Aliegh and Abe and heading to the emergency vet hospital since time is critical (their stomach can flip and it can kill them in a couple of hours). An xray determined his stomach hadn't twisted but WOW was it full. So Merry Freakin Christmas, I was greeted with my option was to pay a deposit of $965 so they could sedate, pump his stomach, do another xray and keep him overnight OR ?? What the hell - like putting him down is an option? But sheesh the option of coming up with that kind of money after just moving, etc... Thank god for American Express (yes I will be scrambling to pay this since I have 30 days to come up with the money)!
Christmas Eve I went to pick up Abe who was back to his normal pig dog self. I moved his food to a babyproof cabinent. I then proceeded to cook Christmas Eve dinner in sessions (ie around Aliegh's nap schedule). I found out Aliegh LOVES to sit on my kitchen counter and "help". Of course her version of help meant stealing blueberries out of the pie filling before I got the crust on top. It meant hugging the ham and trying to chew her way thru the package. It also meant trying to drink her grams coffee, By that evening, I was exhausted! Somehow the Christmas Eve dinner which was suppose to be more relaxing than the LONG driving down to my dads - not so much..lol.
Abe and Kaos (old neighborhood friend's dog) getting beach walked on Christmas Day (which WAS quiet and relaxing thank god!):
And finally my "ham" enjoying the ham: