Yep I said the hospital.....

Here is your oh so promised future entertaining posts....

Many of you that know me are aware that I haven't wanted a dog let alone a puppy....I don't like poop in the back yard, I don't like puppy biting, I hate potty training kids so dogs (although easier)is not something I want to do...and most of all I do not want to get up in the night for a puppy. I already get a limited amount of sleep and I love my children but in the middle of the night there are some "bad" words flying out of my mouth when I am up a lot. So can you imagine what it would be for a puppy. With all that said the big question is WHY?
And it comes down to the fact that ALL of the people in my little family have really big brown eyes that look and me and say "can we have a puppy?" and what do I say "okay".
Now that we have Rosco, Todd has been getting up in the night with him, the kids do the food and even help Dad clean up the poop. I have come to terms (almost) that I have a dog and I will be responsible and take care of it (refer the prior post of getting denied for previous pet adoption).

So with that being said....this is what happens this week.

Monday Rosco is acting funny and I notice he threw up outside in the yard- We watch him through the day and evening into the following morning- he is sleeping a lot and has diarrhea- so I decide to take him to the vet hoping I can at least kill two birds with one stone and get his 2ND set of shots while getting him checked out. While I am making the appointment the girls are telling me Tyson gave him lots of treats that is why he is sick...what? where was I when this was happening? (I know hiding in my happy place)
Oh great now I have to tell the vet that apparently my new puppy got extra treats from my 2 year old sometime when I was diligently doing something.

So I get to the appointment with ALL 4 children...yep I took them all. I kept telling myself I can do this we can all walk in together. I can carry Cooper and then Rosco can follow us all in. I didn't take into account that there might be other dogs....and I do NOT break up dog fights! Luckily one of the vet assistants comes out and escorts us all into the back room (just in case Rosco is contagious) where Sydney (thank goodness) carries Rosco in- We are a sight...3 little kids trailing behind with a baby carrier on my arm and one of the three kids (whom is 4) is carrying the puppy in.
I get in the room and the vet says, "wow you have got your hands full..... and whose idea was it to get the puppy? maybe the man who is not here!"(to todd's credit he did try to get there but could not leave work)
My face turns bright red and while smiling I say "I promise I am taking care of him."
Do you think he believed me?

Come to find out our puppy has parvo- a potentially deadly disease...that a large percentage die if not hospitalized....yep hospitalized. Every time the hospital word comes up bright green dollar signs show up in my head!
I try to not to show that I am too worried about the $$$$ and more for the puppies health by nonchalantly asking how much the cost of this is going to be and if I could take him home and treat him. The vet starts to tell me that if I take him home they will teach me how to lift his skin and stick a needle underneath to hydrate him a couple times a day.....I am pretty sure my face.... the sarcastic you want me to do what look said it all....I hold up my hand and said "stop I am not doing that he is staying here."
All the while my kids are running around a little tiny cramped room trying on plastic dog/cat helmets- ya know the ones that they use so they don't scratch their stitches or chew on sores. We all say goodbye to Rosco and out of all the children Sammy starts crying...bless her little heart the one that had just said "don't let Rosco touch me he stinks" is crying because we have to leave him at the vet. What a day!! After I got into my car and aired our my sweaty armpits because of nerves I went home and made dinner.

Now it is a 1 1/2 days later and Rosco is safe and sound at our house. He recovered miraculously quick and got to come home after one day. We think he is a trooper and must have to be to survive in the household of 4 children, a mother that doesn't know much about dogs (but is learning) and his biggest advocate dad that is gone all day.


P.S. we called the pet store that had the puppies at the fair and they are paying for the vet bill because he most likely contracted parvo from the fair with all the other puppies-