Two days after our house fire, my family moved into my in-laws’ cabin, located twenty miles outside of town. While my husband, seventeen-year-old son, our two dogs and I settled into our new, temporary home, the restoration crew worked in a frenzy back at ground zero. Removing all our belongings, ripping out every ceiling from each room (plus, some of the floors), tearing our kitchen down to the studs, as well as dealing with anything else that was destroyed.
Our lives had been turned upside down. Traumatic would be an understatement.
Soon after, we noticed our yellow lab, Gypsy, was acting strange, but we just thought she and Nick the pug were adjusting to all the changes.
We hadn’t been there 48 hours when we realized …
Our lab Gypsy had gone into heat for the first time.
Seriously?! On top of everything else, my five-year-old female got her doggie period NOW?!
Wide Open Spaces
I sort of switched between laughing and crying at our latest ordeal. There’s a fence for decoration around our cabin, but animals can hop right through it to roam freely over the pastures and canyons within the gated community. Fortunately, Gypsy and Nick are homebodies, so it’d never been an issue before.
THIS was an issue.
1. Most of the male dogs down there are Gypsy’s brothers. Not to mention the creepiness factor, it’s dangerous for dogs to inbreed too closely within families.
2. We’d just had a fire. We didn’t have time for a litter of 8 – 12 puppies that we’d have to tend to for 8 – 12 weeks, then find happy homes for them. We’d never planned on mating Gypsy, and certainly didn’t want to now.
Nick the pug had already been neutered years before, so he wasn’t going to knock up some innocent pooch on our watch. However, Gypsy had been too young to get spayed back then, so we forgot about it.
R & R
My husband whipped out his phone and called our vet.
They said, “We’d be happy to take care of Gypsy. Our first available appointment is two weeks.”
“No, you don’t understand. We need help NOW.”
He explained our situation: house fire, no containable fence, protecting Gypsy’s virtue.
Our vet’s schedule was full, but another one at the same clinic could take care of Gypsy much sooner. They could even board her at the kennel next door until then.
Three hours later, we dropped off Gypsy at the Canine Country Club (yes, that’s what it’s really called). She stays there when we go on vacation. She loves it, and even stayed a few more days after her surgery to recuperate. Gypsy came home a happy girl.
What Passes for Normal
This is sooooo an average day at Casa de McKay.
Isn’t it ALWAYS something? We’ve never been experienced anything as serious as a house fire, but there’s always some headache. The AC that breaks down during the heatwave. Your child who tells you at 9:02 p.m. that she has a poster due tomorrow and you have none of the supplies. Losing your car keys or cell phone multiple times a day.
Fortunately, my husband and I both love to laugh. We’re probably not as funny as we think we are, but who cares? We’re quite sure we’re hilarious.
What’s the funniest/weirdest thing that’s happened to you? I need a distraction from my life.
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