dog days

For this blog, I’m switching gears a bit to dog and puppy pictures and a straightforward account of some events as of late.  Maybe it’s boring and self-indulgent, but it’s also cathartic.  So… I am giving myself some space to let it out here. Be it the ramblings of an exhausted, slightly delirious mama, then so be it.

I have had additional time lately to dedicate to my photography and writing blogs.  Due to yet more illness (we are not sickly REALLY!, this year has been ridiculous so far with about two straight months of illness here) and complications due to Birdie’s spaying surgery, I have been more sedentary and home-bound than I prefer, keeping a close watch on this baby puppy girl and tending to constant waves of sickness.

Birdie got spayed on Friday, and on all accounts she was feeling great by the following day and on Sunday too. I guess she was feeling “too” good. While we followed the post-surgery protocol, she must have still been too active around the house, because when Monday rolled around she had a significant problem.  My son was home with asthma issues that morning and every Monday is early release at 12:30, so I had to pick up my daughter early that day.  Luckily, my son had just fully recovered from the breathing issues as we were leaving for school…but as we walk in the door from pick-up, Birdie starts bleeding from her wounds, and not just a little bit.  Panic flooded all of me, but I needed to remain calm.  I explained matter-of-factly to the kids what was happening, and then called the vet.

I drove us all over to the vet where Birdie underwent a second surgery, this time being sealed up with many non-dissolvable staples.  She’s on antibiotics, and sedatives, which aren’t proving especially helpful in lowering her energy level.  I am on strict orders to keep her crated and her cone on for a week, except for some love and cuddles, and food, water and bathroom breaks (sadly, the vet didn’t give any extra sedatives for mama…kidding…ummm).  Honestly, I am terrified, and will do whatever it takes to make sure this wound heals and that she will be alright.  But this is HARD.  She is confused and sad, and I am trying hard to keep her spirits up by being by her side as much as possible. She cries when I am out of sight even when she’s feeling well, and she is used to following me a-everywhere….ahhhhh, that Goonie Bear…a new nickname for her, Che is Micro Goonie Bear or MGB…whatever it takes to make myself laugh, if even only slightly in light of all that’s jammin’ me.  This may lead you to think I am a “crazy” dog lady who’s always talking to my dogs. Yes.

On her morning bathroom break I took some pictures…as much as I don’t want to remember her this way in pain and confusion, it’s part of her story now and, it’s just what I do. I just love my Goonies. A whole lot.

I like to think that Che (MGB) is doing his best here, and succeeding, in making me laugh with a photo bomb piss.


MGB admiring his handsome shadow

sad sad panda girl

Lady Bird

This just sucks.

After this I had to call it quits, because the desire to play was too tempting…seriously, the morning sedative should have been in full effect…


Natalie resides in Peoria, Arizona, with her husband, two children, and two dogs. Her artistic journey has taken many twists and turns but photography and writing have become the primary outlets for her artistic expression. She is an artist at Offset.com.   Her work/photography has been published by Lensbaby, Beyond the Wanderlust, and has been licensed for ads by Samsung and other companies for advertisements. Her best days are filled with trying to guide and raise up her offspring and pups, music, reading, creating photographs and writings, hiking, yoga, cooking, and sky-gazing.  In the social media world, she can be found on Instagram @natalie_a_wheeler, and as a moderator for @theechoesinside, a hub for self-portraiture.

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