poor oscar

Just when you think things will trot back to normal, something else happens.   I've always pointed out - or rather asked people who were having problems:  "can you see the light at the end of the tunnel?"  Most times they could.  I figure this helps get them through another day of problems. But, that is my take on it.
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Lemme point out, I am worthless when it comes to writing this bluggy.  Try as I might, my best ideas for a blog subject come to me as I first lay down in bed.   Yeah, what a great subject - and then I can write about this or that or theses or thoses....Making up new words could be a good blug subject too.
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I was just sitting on the back porch thinking of topics as I read today's paper when out in the yard I hear this little yelp sound.  It is nothing like I normally hear.  A dog yelped - or is that yelpped? Nah, stick with one "p."  I glanced away from the comics and I see my little Oscar, the ball boy, skipping along.  He took 2 - 3 steps then stopped to lick his right front paw.    A few more steps and the same process.   Then, up the hill he ran straight for me and bounced at my knee.  The boy had run to me specifically.
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I picked Oscar up and he licked the paw again.  My first thought was snake.  Had he been bit by a snake?  I mashed and prodded and examined that paw - nothing.   Loving on him seemed to be the best medicine.   Bruno, his chubby brother, immediately began moving in to examine Oscar. Bruno could tell something was not right.   Bruno started checking his twin over from top to bottom.
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time passed
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I grabbed a hoe and headed down the slope to look for a snake.  That would be one dead snake, hurting my Oscar.  Nothing.  I could find nothing.  I moseyed around the yard picking up two of his favorite balls.  I started looking and couldn't find my boy.  Where did he go?  There he was, hiding on the porch under a piece of furniture.   So sad.
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I called him out and took him in to see the wife.  We mashed, prodded, and examined - nothing. Through inside, my boy Oscar pranced outside with me again.  I read the business section of the news for a moment - looked up and couldn't find him again.  This time he was in a corner under the BBQ cooker.  Just not right.  We went inside.  Oscar walked off into the computer room curling up on a pillow.  For snake bites you give a dog 25 mg of benadryl.  We did that for sure.  5 o'clock supper time came, he ate like it was good.  The boy had no problem eating.
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cut to the chase.  He is hurt - maybe a strained muscle?   or snake?  toenail caughtr on a piece of grass?   who knows?  He is resting.  I just cannot stand it when my children or dogs are hurt [  for my safety sake, let's add my wife's name to that list too].  It simply drives me crazy.  Tomorrow will be better.
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Repeating myself, so just when you think things are slowing down - immediate problems are lessening, your dog hurts his paw.  C'mon, "powers-at-be," let up a little.  Dogs are too innocent to be hurting.
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big storm coming tomorrow.  Maybe I can write about Thanksgiving then.
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