What's up with that title? Well, I"m not sure, but I think somehow that maybe the spirit of gloom and all things non-Christmassy may have inhabited the body of my dog last night.
If you recall, our plans were to attend morning service at church then come back to my parents' house for our Christmas there with them, Mamaw and my sister.
But I guess since nothing thus far had gone according to our plan, then the rest of the weekend must follow suit!
Corey and I cooked most of the day Saturday. We made seven layer salad, cheese balls, and got things ready for the potato soup later on. After Tommy was gone well past 7 pm, we had to go ahead and fix the soup without Daddy. To be honest, even though as I've posted, I certainly can't complain, but it was a little rough on us all having to be apart on Christmas Eve. Even if it wasn't a terribly serious circumstance.
Anyhow, Tucker is a notorious beggar. He waits patiently while you clean your plate or bowl and as soon as he hears the clink of the utensil against the dish, he's prancing and begging for the priviledge of licking your plate! Even when there's nothing more than a suggestion of the food that had been there left, he'll lick it for all it's worth.
So, you can imagine how excited he gets when you're cooking! Oh my!
He loves cheese and anytime he sees that ziplock bag of shredded cheddar, he will come running from the other side of the house in hopes of a bite. With all of the cooking we were doing, he was in poodle-hog heaven.
Corey fried up a good batch of sausage and bacon for the soup and since my grease pot was full, I poured the skillet of grease off into a scrap bowl filled with lettuce scraps, potato peels, remains of onion dicing...not to mention him Hoover-ing up the almonds that fell off as I was coating the cheese balls...
Oh, wait. Maybe you city folks don't know what scraps are. Food scraps. We don't have an official compost pile, but we do take vegetable and meat scraps to a pile on the edge of the field up the hill in back of our house.
Lucy loves visiting up there to see what goodies she might find. Most of the time, there's nothing except 'fresh' scraps and even when there's the occasional 'old' (and hairy and stinky and GROSS!) scraps, she won't attempt to eat those.
Normally, if it's something I"m afraid will harm the dogs, including Tucker because he likes to scrounge around up there too, I'll bag it up and put it in the trash. But I wasn't thinking about all the grease in the bottom of that bowl. I sent Case out to dump the scraps and never gave it another thought.
After The Incident last night, I remembered having to holler at him to get him away from there and back into the house. I was so busy, I never thought about what he was doing up there. One time, I had forgotten I'd let him out and I have a pretty good idea that he was up there rootin' in the scraps the whole time.
Staying up too late has gotten to be a really bad habit with us the past few days, so Corey and I were still stirring at 1am...when we got the first clue that Tucker had, to put it delicately, an upset tummy.
First he puked up a tiny amount at the front door. Gross, yes. But managable. Then, soon as we got that cleaned up, he did it again in another area of the kitchen...then again at the back door.
Sheesh. We cleaned up and started getting ready for bed. Tucker seemed to be okay, so I went to bed. It was about 2am.
At about 2:50am, I heard him making funny noises again, so I let him out for a few minutes. He came right back in, so I tried again to get some sleep.
I got up again about 3:20 and let him out again. He was just whiny and restless and pesting me to death.
When at 4am he was just lying in the floor on my side of the bed, whining to beat the band I frustratedly asked Tommy to take him out. He didn't know anything about the stomach thing Tucker had going on and I didn't realize that he was still sick. Tommy carried him to the door and on the walk back to the bedroom, he ...uh...discovered it first hand...or um...foot. GAH!
So, I started telling him that Tucker was sick and we both got up to clean yet more messes up. Finally we got back to bed around 4:30 only to be awaken about 25 minutes later to Tucker being sick yet again. This time, we weren't so fortunate as to have him be in the floor.
YUCK! We got up yet again and stripped the bed down, put on new sheets and crawled back into bed again.
Yeah. You guessed it. He did it again so after having the matress cover fall victim this time, and all of our blankets either in the washer or waiting to go in, I went to Corey's bed since he was sleeping on the couch and Tommy got in Casey's bed. I was COMPLETELY exhausted!!!
I was agravated about having to drag myself to church that morning and knowing Mom would ask why I was so tired and then having to listen to her gripe at me because the dog was sick, etc., etc.... and frankly, I was just completely wiped out. Galloping Flo is making the rounds this holiday, and I have not escaped. Yeah. I felt horrible!
It was about 8 am when Mom called to make sure we were getting ready for church. Tommy answered the phone and told her about the whole ordeal and that he and I couldn't make it to church. Corey didn't feel like going either, so Casey went with Mom and Dad. I crawled back to bed and slept about 2 more hours.
Even though the night was so horrible, we had a good time at my parents' house today. We ate til we were feeling sick and talked and sang and talked some more. It was a really nice time.
Hopefully this post hasn't completely grossed you out, but hey, I felt the situation warranted sharing! At least it is NOT "just like being there".
Thank the Lord for that!
Hope your Christmas celebrations were all joyous and uneventful (as disasters go!)
Love---