About a year ago I performed CPR (just the chest compressions cause mouth to mouth is gross) on my neighbor when he went into heart failure. I know, I know I am amazing don’t you wish you lived next door to me just in case. Of course this neighbor’s son was also running a meth lab out of the house and it has now been condemned and I have moved. And some nights I wake up in a cold sweat thinking I was in a meth house and I am going to die from some rare form of cancer now. So if you lived next door to me I would probably let you die and now your glad you aren’t my neighbor.
I would like to take a moment to share the very rapid thoughts that went through my head at this time:
- STAY CALM!!!!
- There is no way we are getting this dog to the vet in time before he dies.
- Seriously STAY FREAKING CALM!!!!
- THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO!!!
- You big dumb dog this is what happens when you get in the garbage.
- PLEAE DONT DIE!!!
- Its going to be a pain to bury him in the back yard.
This whole scenario only took a few minutes but it was long enough to scare all of us straight. Bosco, who ignores me normally when my sister is home, spend part of the night sleeping on my bedroom floor. I think this is his way of saying "Dude thanks". Of course this is what I need in my life....another 100lbs dog following me every where I go.