This has been a rough day.

This morning Chelsea seemed to be doing OK after her fall of yesterday.   She had not slept much during the night, she just paced, but she was walking fairly well and ate a nice breakfast.   But as the morning wore on, she kept on pacing and started panting constantly, she also show weakness in her hind legs and kept her back arched, so I called Lakeshore Veterinary Clinic, who are on call for Kettle Moraine.   We agreed that they should examine her.  De. Tremelling was able to give her a shot of combination pain killer and muscle relaxant that went to work pretty fast.   Within 10 minutes, her breathing slowed.  Then her little bottom settled on the floor, followed by her front legs and then her head settled on her left front paw and she had been out ever since.  This is first sleep she has had since yesterday evening when she did doze for about an hour.  I am just wishing that she waked up before 9PM so that I can take her out to go potty and give her the next dose of pills.


This morning I heard the Purple People Eater mentioned on TV.   It reminded me of one of Bart's soccer years.  His team was given purple uniforms.   That was the year that the Denver Broncos were so hot and were being called the Orange Crush.   We moms thought that it would be cool to call the team the Purple Crush.  In the conversations, however, Purple People Eaters had come up.   And the kids liked that.  

So one of the moms gathered them around and gave them a big speech about how great the Broncos were and how great it would be to have a name that would mean crushing the other teams and on and on.   Then she asked.   "So.  Do you want to be the PURPLE CRUSH or purple people eaters."   And as one the boys shouted.  "PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS."  So that is what they were.


I hope I have more fun stuff to write tomorrow.

Have a wonderful Sunday and God loves you

Mary