1/19/25

 I think Moe can sense he is not popular right now. He spent the day in the other room by himself, by his choice. 

I do feel mad at him. Maybe I am just angry at the situation. Either way, I am upset. Moe didn’t even come over for his morning pets, which I appreciated. Give me some space. I know there shouldn’t be a favorite dog, but Jiminy is the favorite. Not to minimize the others, we have great love for them. Jiminy is in his own league.

Moe came out in the kitchen when the toaster made its ding. No sharing with you anymore. He got ushered quickly to the den (it’s gated and where his crate is) so he was away from the other dogs. The other dogs can properly handle themselves, they get rewarded. Maybe I will graduate to giving him his own chewie when he is separated.

We got a few updates from the emergency hospital. Jiminy Cricket didn’t have any seizures last night or today. His cranial pressure has stabilized. His superficial head wound was treated. He was quiet today (but he is a quiet dog). Jiminy is an observer. His goal is to snuggle. The only time he is really active is in the morning. He gets zoomies in the morning until he poops. Everything he does is cute. Even his poop is cute. Can you imagine getting the zoomies before you had to poop?

He was struggling to eat his hard food, likely due to a pounding headache. He is eating canned food just fine. They said he has a champion appetite. 

The staff is shocked he is a chihuahua that doesn’t bite. It’s because he is perfect! I am not biased, those are facts.

We are all feeling a bit better today with his progress. I think the feeling is gratitude. So thankful it didn’t end differently.

Ethan is responsible for Jiminy’s medications while I am gone. Ethan is gone at work during the week but that little dog is on his lap or following him around when he is home. Jiminy sleeps with Ethan at night and I really think Ethan snuggling him in the car yesterday helped put him at ease.

The feeling in the house today was emptiness. The house is not balanced without Jiminy here. His little sleeping noises and little “I want on the couch” noises are sorely missed. Ever his boisterous bark. There are no tiny, prancing foot steps, that we enjoy listening to.

I am so proud of the little guy. He is overcoming his injury and being compliant as he heals. The amount of spoiling that is in store for this dog is going to be epic. 

I can’t punish Moe. But I just didn’t welcome his company today. At one point he looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. Almost as if to say he was sorry. 

I am excited to bring Jiminy home tomorrow. 

Tonight I went to a friend’s house to watch the Bills game. We ate well. I left before the game was over. It was a nail biter. Bills are going to the Superbowl!!!!!