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Peach woke up and started whining just before 4:30am.
By the time I realized she was not going to stop and turned on the light, she had wedged herself under the bed. (She does not properly fit under the bed, but she makes herself fit by crawling on her belly.) The other two dogs were fine and like me, wanted to go back to sleep.
I got her out and managed to get her in my lap to try and calm her down, and after a while I realized something was beeping downstairs. So now we have a cause.
So how do I deal with this? I have to get dressed to find the beep because it could be anywhere, even the basement, or possibly outside, but if I let go of Peach, she will shoot back under the bed. I stuck her in the bathroom and got dressed as fast as I could, and we all barrelled downstairs.
I put the dogs in the designated dog area, and started to look for the beep, but Peach is going absolutely insane and it’s hard to actually hear what’s beep and what’s Peach.
I’m trying to work room by room. Peach has decided she is going to escape at any cost. She tried every window and door. I was now pulling her off things and trying to find the beep. I reset the Verizon box just because. It wasn’t the Verizon box.
Now Peach is bashing down the dog gates to hide in the living room. After several times I just let her stay in there.
I cannot find the beep, but I know it’s in the dining room and it’s not the Verizon box. I’m fairly sure I am going to die at this point. Kiwi and Olive are just like, “Can we go back to bed now?”
Then I see them. The smoke detectors hiding on top of the hutch thing. There are two. I am holding one in each hand waiting for the beep to come again when Mom comes out of her room (which is just off the dining room so she has heard EVERYTHING prolly.) I figure out which thing it is and we go for the battery...only we can’t get it open. I was in favor of smashing the whole thing with a hammer, but she jimmied it open with a butter knife. We threw the thing on the kitchen counter and left it there.
So I bring Peach back in the designated dog area, but she’s still flipping out. I’m not going to take her outside like that (she has a tendancy to start nasty fights outside if she’s upset) but Olive had to go, so Mom held Peach in her room for a minute while the other two went. Then Mom went back to bed. Lucky.
It’s after 5:30 now and I’m pumping with adrenaline, so I figured might as well get a head start on the day. I start to make my morning vitamin drink thing...but Peach is still flipping out and trying to escape and stuff. Now I am like putting one thing in the cup, then dragging Peach back in the kitchen, then the next thing, etc. Finally I convince Peach to stop knocking over the gate.
And now we’ve finally moved into the office area and she’s settled down and just barely stopped panting. Dawn will be soon. I will let them all out then and give breakfast.
As for me, I will be having eight cups of tea and two naps today, thanks.
Most nights when we go to bed, I make a place with my legs and say "Spot for P!" and Peach curls up and cuddles for a while. We have done this since she was a baby. But with the doughnut on (yes, she still has the doughnut on.*) she does not fit and she's super sad about it. The last few nights she's been trying anyway. This has resulted in choking me with the doughnut, knocking off my glasses, and hitting my [device of choice] out of my hands. *- So last I think I mentioned, Peach had her doughnut off, but that didn't last long when she ripped off her bandage. She no longer needs the bandage and seems to be healing nicely, but it's still going to be another week at least til it's healed enough. Poor Peach. She just wants a cuddle.
Peach- No longer in doughnut. Limping. Seems uninterested in messing with bandage. We feel we can treat her scrapes at home, but will be keeping a close eye.
Kiwi- Still in doughnut. Still itchy. Still scabby. Still losing hair. Vet tomorrow.
Wake up early on a Sunday morning, as usual. (I'm lucky I made it til after 7, really.) Discover Peach is on the bed. Last night she wouldn't come up with the doughnut on. Also Discover Peach is sans doughnut. In the dim early morning light, with no glasses, try to make sure Peach is still breathing as she's being awfully still. That moment of panic when you can't tell by putting a hand on her chest. The third time I call her name she finally looks up though. ...phew!
Seems like a great time to worry about all the things. Not the least of which is Peach. How much of what's going on right now is her being a drama queen? She's been known to be a drama queen despite her normal grumpy/stoic-ness. When she finally lets you know she's unhappy she's gonna milk it for all it's worth. (She has Jerome carrying her from room to room today.) And let's dwell on how today was not my day. I started to list why, but it's all so dumb and whiney. Ugh. While we're at it, don't forget to freak the fuck out about where we're going to live...you know, 'cause the other stuff wasn't enough. ...dammit brain. I just want to go to sleep.
