‘Tis the season – protect them with Merial Frontline Plus Flea and Tick Control for Dogs and Puppies

I am not ashamed to say that I am a dork. An internet geek. Next to Ella, my computer is my best friend. And it’s one of the best friends a girl could have. It doesn’t give me attitude; it would never leave me for another user; it wouldn’t borrow money and then disappear. Yes, I’m happy to say that our relationship is truly solid. That’s not to say I haven’t had some bad ones in the past, but ever since I got together with my Mac, it’s been pure bliss…

As a quick aside, I happen to love the series of Mac vs. PC ads created by Apple. In case you aren’t familiar with them, here’s one (I chose one with a dog in it for the sake of blog relevancy)

Toss the lint brush – get the Furminator!

Ella’s UTI took it’s toll on more than just Ella and momma this week…in particular, the bedding was virtually wiped out. She hit my bed twice, her doggie bed once, my featherbed once…and then there was that mysterious wet spot on the sofa…

After peeing on my bed for a second night in a row (fooled me twice – shame on me), I vowed not to let Ella up there ever again. I put her bed right next to mine, assertively stood my ground through her protests and barking and sad-eyed pleas, and she ultimately gave in and laid down. Some time later after I’d fallen soundly to sleep, the little stinker jumped up onto the bed and in record time nuzzled herself between my left arm and my body and laid her head on my chest with a big sigh/grumble. I woke up and looked down to see her staring up at me, clearly slightly nervous as to what I would do but also thinking to herself “If I lie very still and look cute, momma can’t possibly kick me out, can she?”. Totally unfair. I melted, of course. Totally caved. Does the proverb state what sort of shame is appropriate after letting myself be fooled three times?

The good news is that Ella seems to be getting better by the day. We’ve had two pee-free nights inside of the apartment in a row now, and her constant squatting has dwindled considerably. I suspect in a couple more days she’ll be totally back to normal. Which is good. Because I’m on my last set of clean sheets and it’s going to take days to get through all the laundry I just dropped off.

Anyway, here’s one last tribute to Ella’s conehead before we hopefully put it and the urinary week from hell behind us. Here she is, resting like an obedient puppy a couple of days after her surgery…