saturday morning i woke up to quiet. complete and utter stillness. if you know the pup pictured above... you know this is an odd occurrence. with this awkward feeling that something wasn't right, i jumped up and found turk laying beside the bed on a pile of clothes. with a sigh of relief, i begin to leave my bedroom and walk to the stairs to find the other canine half of my morning alarm that had failed to go off. not finding gauge at first glance, i turned back to notice turk not following in my foot steps. i went back into my room finding him still laying in my pile of clothes. he stood up on his front legs with his ears straight back. i thought to myself... HOLD THE PHONE. something is terribly wrong here. when the most energetic dog in the world is not up and at 'em at the crack of dawn, we have a problem. i called turk over to me and with a one-two step with his hind legs, his bum fell flat to the floor.... he tried again and it was a no go. I was scared out of my mind!!! TurkieLeg's legs weren't working!
after about an hour of rubbing his legs, calling around to professionals, praying to james, and crying some tears i decided to set him up on my bed and keep him off his legs for the day. i have never seen turk down for the count... even when his little boys were removed he was still pretty energetic and aware. but saturday, he was a completely different dog. he slept the entire day except for when i would leave his side. he cried when he couldn't see me. and he whimpered when gauge would leave the room. i was fearful that he would never be able to walk on his own again.... images of turk in a doggie wheelchair raced across my mind... have we talked about dramatic i can be at times? here would be a perfect example.
anyhow... at about 6pm, turk woke up from a nap, heard the front door open, bounded up and barreled down the stairs and straight out the door... like nothing had ever been wrong. I MEAN!
sometimes... i want to ring his little neck.