Love and Homespun Magic

This has honestly been a tough couple of days at the Burr Farm. I have avoided blogging because anything I would possibly write would more than likely cause anxiety attacks. When things get bad, I blog to release some of that pent up stress. When they get awful, I hide, lol.

I have been having a case of what I call, "The Charlie Brown's". If it can go wrong, it does go wrong. Even this morning, Bangel commented on a blog asking if I received the hat for Cote I special ordered from her? I am thinking that means she did not receive the check and letter I sent her. Now I have to call the bank and see if I can cancel that check, but I have to find that particular empty checkbook first. Yay for unorganization :(

There have been a lot of things that have gone on in the last few days. Bo and Cote are still sick. Gage still has a cough he is trying to kick. Hit a snowbank, but got out. Hit the ditch and needed to be pulled out. Having struggles just trying to get this house loan done. Struggling with all of the agencies involved with the kids. May be getting dropped from one of our insurances.

Worst of all though, we had to put our two dogs down. We had had some issue's with them biting (me-5 times), but we were working with them on it. They killed one of our cats, but we were trying to chalk it up to them being dogs. Then this last Wednesday they viciously attacked each other and attacked Gage. They only got his coat, and I was right there to get him away. I pulled him out of there and threw him in the back of the van. I ran inside to wake up my exhausted Keith and help me with the situation. The dogs ripped each others faces up a bit, but at this point were at separate ends of the yard. I had to go get Gage to town, so I handed over the "drama reins" to Keith.

Fast forward a bit... the vet thought they may have Rabies and gave us some choices. We went with this one. I am not going to list the others, because they actually really suck as well. I don't say the word "suck" very often but this calls for it.

Before anyone flips out on me for any reason, let me just lay it out for you like this. They viciously attacked Gage. Like dog-fight on TV attacked him. What if he had not been wearing winter gear? What if they would have gotten up to his face or neck? What if he would have been sitting? What if that had been a child visiting us for a playdate?

What if that had been Bo or Cote? They wouldn't have stood a chance. They wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds. They have no muscle, just soft skin and soft flesh. They couldn't get away.

We went with the vets suggestion and put them down. We could never have given them to someone else with the knowledge of what they could do. I am sorry to whomever this bothers, but it will never bother you as much as it hurt our family to lose them.

Gage does not know. He thinks they are off "adventuring".

So that pretty much sums up our last few days. I am a little bit of a stress-ball right now, but it is going to get better. I am hoping to pop on here through the day since we are once again home for the day.