No, no, you've always had that wrong, I really am that shallow.*

This is a tale of insect verses beast.


The insect
Orgins: unknown
Scientific Name: Unknown
Color: Unknown
Fighting Capabilities: Nasty sting or bite...realtively...unknown


I think you get the idea. No real known details about the bug, but the victim, my darling baby...Chubbs. I woke up early Saturday morning (and by early I mean 8 a.m. which is early for some, sleeping in for others, as for me - the jury is still out). It was my attempt to be productive. After realizing that "going running" ran right off my agenda I decided that taking my dog for a walk would be an admirable substitute, I mean after all, I would be spending quality time with my child. So I wiggled into my workout clothes that are ever getting tighter and grabbed the lease. Chubbs just sat down by my bed as if to say, "Look at me mom, I can't go outside like this." So I did, I looked at him and I can't lie, I was slightly frightened at first. From a distance it looked as though he had lost his eye! So I made myself take a few steps closer and that's when I realized that his eye was still intact but half of his face looked a little puffy. So I did what any good mother would do, I poked him several times to see if it was hurting him. With no apparent response I called my sister, Kathryn.


Then Chubbs and I took a little ride to visit G-ma Kathryn and she took a look at his face and confirmed that it was not a trick of my eye (or his for this matter) but that his face was indeed swollen. So I called the vet and got him an appointment. We arrived a few minutes early and the girl at the desk turned on the baby talk and told him how pitiful he looked (as if he needed a swollen face to look pitiful...you've seen my dog right? He was born with a depressed expression, should have named his Eeyore).


So we are taken to the back and we wait. Then his new best friend Michael comes in (P.S. Michael looks possibly 15, but kids on farms deal with animals all the time and practically specialists by the time they reach 15...but I think Michael might be in college, not sure, point being my first thought was, "You're not the vet are you?" anyway...) and takes his temperature. Chubbs was a bit weirded out about that and kept trying to spin around to see what Michael was up to, for a moment it was like he was chasing his tail but then we got him to sit still. Doctor comes in looks at his face and says, "Yup, probably bit by a bug, we'll give him a shot." Then Doc mentions that he was the one who did his tail (chopped it off). Turns out Chubbs was Puppy Number 7, at least for tail docking, my sister reminded me that he was Puppy number 2 when it comes to birth order. Anyway long story cut short, we got him his shot, got him updated and came home where he slept most of the day and then ended up waking me up several times during the night. And of course, just like a good mom, I took a picture of my child in a moment of distress.

They're all gonna laugh at you!* (20 points because it's not from a movie)