i guess we will laugh about this one day

(First I want to apologise for not posting for so long. After our trip, Jack got a cold and then I got The Mother of all Colds that lasted for a week and made me feel like death and I wanted to do nothing but lay down as much as possible so we are all better now and hopefully back on track after this)

Jack loves birds. I don't know where this love comes from because I absolutely hate them and stay away from them at all costs but Jack loves them. He points out every pigeon he sees when we take walks, every bird on TV needs to get special mention, he loves them all. When we were at my parents a few weeks ago, his favorite thing to do was to stand on a chair on their screened-in porch and wait for the birds to come to the bird feeders. Then he would yell "guh!" and they would all fly away.

We have season passes to a place called Jungle Island where there are all kinds of animals including Tigers, Chimpanzees, Penguins, Kangaroos and a petting zoo where you can feed Llamas and goats and cows and lots and lots of parrots. We haven't gone in a while because it's been so hot but this morning I decided to take Jack to the Jungle to see the birds.

Apparently I was right all along in not trusting birds. I decided to let Jack feed the birds since Chris had let him the last time they went together and he said they were so sweet and Jack loved it. So I put in a quarter, got some food and put some in Jack's hand. About 20 seconds later, Jack was screaming and this bird was attached to his finger. A nice guy helped me walk to the main office (Jack screaming and bleeding on my shirt the whole way) where they were very nice and told me there were no diseases he could get from a bird bite, put some antibiotic ointment and a band aid on his finger and sent us on our way but I still want to bring him to the doctor when he wakes up from his nap to get it looked at.
I know we will go back to the Jungle, hopefully soon because you have to get back on that horse right? But we will be leaving the bird feeding to the professionals. Mama's heart is just not strong enough for any more accidents.

screwy chewy

This morning before I got up, Chris was having his morning cuddle time with Chewy and when he went to touch his back right leg, Chewy let out a loud YELP! Neither of us had noticed anything wrong with him last night and didn't hear anything go on while we were sleeping, but this morning there was definitely something wrong with him.

I got dressed without showering, shoved some cereal down my throat, called the vet quickly to make sure they were open and off we went to the vet.

He jumped in the back of the wagon with only a little bit of hesitation and once we got to the vet, he LEAPED out and practically ran to the door because
THIS IS WHERE THEY HAND OUT COOKIES! THE COOKIES FLOW LIKE WINE HERE! I LOVE THIS PLACE! (Chewy is a little in love with the vet)

So, we went in and he was fine. I mean totally fine. They watched him walk, put him on the table (correction, he leaped on the table once a cookie was placed there) and they spent a good amount of time feeling and rubbing and poking and prodding and....nothing. She said that it is possible that he was just so full of adrenaline from being in there that he is not feeling the pain the way he is at home so they gave me some anti-inflammatories and said if he's not better in a week to bring him back and they will x-ray his hips. All is well that ends well.

Oh no!
As I was writing this, he started crying while lying on his bed. Looking at me with these sad little eyes and now I am close to tears. I went to sit next to him on the floor and he shot up and ran into the guest room to hide. Poor little guy. Guess he was just trying to be brave in front of all the cookie people. I hope those pills start working soon!