Patches and the Migraine

Patch­es bit Sam last night (sigh). He was try­ing to put her leash on her for a walk — part of the “get dog to attach to Sam instead of Cyn­thia” cam­paign. Appar­ent­ly she felt threat­ened and she bit him. Not a bad bite, but it did break the skin.

She’s com­plete­ly fine with me, and she seems fine with Katie. In fact, she believed she’d be sleep­ing in the bed with me last night—that did­n’t go over well. She does­n’t want to be near Sam, so she accept­ed a com­pro­mise of hav­ing her bed on the floor next to my side of the bed. She was near me, but I was between her and Sam. 

Now that Sam isn’t in the apart­ment, she’s down­right perky. She’s final­ly eat­ing (she did­n’t eat much yes­ter­day), and she’s pok­ing her pret­ty lit­tle nose into every­thing. She is still very curi­ous about Shel­ley, who is sound asleep in Sam’s desk chair right now. Patch­es is going around explor­ing, com­ing back to me every cou­ple of min­utes to be pet­ted and reas­sured that yes, I’m still here. Much like a toddler 🙂

She met a fer­ret on one of our walks yes­ter­day. One of the neigh­bor­hood kids had just bathed her fer­ret and had him in a har­ness for a walk. I’m not sure how the fer­ret stays in the har­ness, as they’re such bone­less lit­tle slinkies that it hard­ly seems that any kind of con­tain­ment would work! But it did stay on its leash, and Frosty (the fer­ret) and Patch­es sniffed each oth­er quite thor­ough­ly with no growl­ing or aggression.

I feel that this migraine has moved in all too thor­ough­ly. When it isn’t blind­ing, I still feel it camped in me, col­or­ing every­thing I do. It hurts. I’m not rest­ing thor­ough­ly because I sim­ply can’t. There are things to be done. But I’m not doing any­thing option­al. So I don’t think I’m going to be going to Florida 🙁