June 22 – Something You Want To Understand
aka. Post 22 of Those 30 Posts in June Blog-Every-Day Posts
Around midnight last night I was woken by the sound of an extended wet fart noise at the foot of my bed.
Before you let your imagination run wild I’ll fill in the rest of the story: the dog had vacated her bowels with a substance the consistency of a chocolate milkshake on the middle of our bedroom floor.
We spent 45 minutes steam cleaning the carpet and then airing out our bedroom before we finally got back to sleep. It was not how I imagined my night going when I crawled into bed last night… not the first time, anyhow.
The episodic diarrhea continued in the morning so Karin took her to the vet and was given the most likely diagnosis: she’s stressed.
Plenty of food. Daily walks. Love. Attention. Toys. And her very own chair to curl up in. What could a dog be stressed about?
But I will admit, there are days when you can look into her eyes and see absolute peace and contentment. And there are days, like today, when she seems haunted and troubled. Stress, maybe.
The daily thunderstorms haven’t been helping, I’ll give her that. And there was a bee nest in her run for a few days until I removed it: a bee nest in my bathroom would have stressed me, too. I get it.
But some days I just wish I could understand what is in her head. After all, maybe it’s something simple and we can fix it. Maybe we changed something and she’s upset. Maybe she doesn’t like our taste in television, or perhaps my cooking doesn’t smell as good as I imagine it might.
What is it, Sparkle!? What?
The mind of a dog… a mystery attached to projectile feces.