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Me Hiding From The Bad People In the World |
Boy do I
have a story to tell this month. There I was, one fine August afternoon, dad
and I taking our nap. Dad was resting because he and mom had a special evening
planned, dinner and a play. And for some reason, I was going to be stuck at
home because baby dogs aren’t allowed in those types of establishment. As usual
I was going to spend another evening alone in this big house with all the scary
noises going on, both inside and out. I
am learning to handle the loneliness, but it really ticks me off when they
leave me alone like that. After all, I am just a little boy dog barely old
enough to fend off any type of criminal activities that would occur in or
around the house. But that’s not my story so I’ll stay on track.
Dad wakes up from his nap and he
doesn’t feel good, something about his heart feeling funny and his blood
pressure going sky high. I would think the faster your blood gushes through
your veins, the better it would be, but I guess in the human world, it’s not
good at all. So he calls mom and says we’re going to have to cancel our plans
tonight because I don’t feel good. Well mom being the whole stress freak she
is, gets home from work and immediately calls 911. I thought I would crack up
laughing because dad seemed perfectly fine to me but because of mom’s panic attack,
they call 911. Within minutes, there are these 6 strange people in our house
and this great big red truck in front of the drive. They come in without
knocking and start sticking this funny hose in dad’s nose, attaching these
weird patches on his body and watching this little monitor they had on the
floor. Then they start saying “Wow look at that thing spiking” I find out later
they were talking about dad’s heart. So they use more technical language like
“Let’s Transport Him to University” I thought university meant Universal Studio
and I think wow what a cool ride for dad. I soon find out these 6 strange
people are taking dad to University Hospital and that is not a fun place to be.
I’m really feeling sorry for dad and
worried sick because by the time they got him to the hospital which is ½ mile
away, they had an I/V going in his arm and fluids dripping into his veins and
were really watching him closely. Mom could have gone with them, but I’m happy
she stayed with me and explained a few things so I would understand the entire
severity of the events happening around me, plus she called Jacob to let him
know.
Then mom locks up the house and
is off. I’m not sure what all they did to dad, but he got home about 6 hours
later and seemed to be just fine.
Mom and dad were talking that
night in bed and dad has something called A-Fib. There is another name for it,
but it’s really long and difficult to say. It has something to do with the top part of
the human heart not staying in rhythm and kind of doing a crazy jerking dance.
After that, realizing we were all exhausted, we went to bed and slept the
entire night. We relaxed a little bit all weekend and now dad is going to see
his regular doctor. Then once we find out what’s going on with him, I think
we’ll feel a whole lot better. I can’t wait for him to be given a clean bill of
health so we can get back to walking our normal 1 to 1.5 miles each day instead
of these little ½ mile walks we’re now doing.
Well everybody, please keep dad
in your prayers and we’ll keep you up to date on what’s happening.

Blessings everybody and have a
great day!
Wiley the Wonder Dog.
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