PUCK…THE EARLY CHILDHOOD YEARS …..
Today little man is your 19 month Angel Day….
So Puck Llewis Halvorson … my little Fuzzy headed Q-Tip…
Toys and treats and of course your man bags. Your name came about all because of a Hockey game
Mom was watching on TV….so many many times…you heard your name ‘PUCK’...
its a good name…
like a hockey puck …..
You are small and black and fast….
Oh the early childhood years….
With occasional child sicknesses and visits to the vet – all was well-
The groomer and doggie salon….you loved to go…
Walks and adventures and the car rides mom would take just to make you doze and sleep….
Trips to Gramma and Grampas house and cousin Brandies….how Brandie loved you.
Toy boxes and suitcases and clothes and collars and leashes and bandanas.
The collection of 'Puck stuff' had begun…….
And the games Puck played…..
So many times I would come home from work just to clean up after your adventures in the house.
I tried to Puck Proof things but you would always find something to get into
The sock drawer and the dreaded sock monsters (my socks that were rolled into a ball) was a favorite
target….they were soft and apparently chewy but more than that. they belonged to mom and apparently fun
what was mine is Pucks and what Pucks is Pucks…
The travels into the bathroom were especially adventurous … the door to the bathroom where Puck and I spent
His childhood years never really shut tight…..pucks favorite target the toilet paper…so many times I would come home
To a cloud of TP dust wafting thru the air….kind of like fog….
I could follow the TP trail thru the house thru the kitchen chair/tables/living room/ coffee tables….many many yards of white…
Hard to be sour at a bouncing adventurous fuzzyhead…..wo always greeted me with excitement…
He always got a hug or kiss or a patt on his - tootie bunns - no matter what he got himself into…
His favorite game … FETCH!!!
…oh not the typical ‘fetch’ game everyone knows…
.this was “Puck Fetch”
Puck would throw his toys in the tub and make mom get it….
Hours and hours I spent fetching Pucks toys out of the bathtub and hours and hours
Puck Llewis spent throwing them BACK in the tub.
He would always tattle on himself as he would always come to get me –
or I would be missing him, which, after a few minutes I had go and check on him…
….i would find him sitting staring at the tub…looking longingly because 36 of his toys would be in there...haha
But the game of fetch wasn’t only limited to his toys…My socks, slippers, tablets, treats
And the list went on…and on and on…..
PUCK THREW –
One day he didn’t throw his toys or treats or my socks…
he was sick…
after a few trips to the vet he was losing weight FAST…..
and throwing up . no blood in stool ….but I was very scared…
at last resort
they did a parvo test…..
He had come down with a new strain of parvo virus – he had his parvo shot but this particular strain we think came
from the buffalo farm next door to pucks gramma and grampas (my mom and dad) up in Warroad MN
I had Puck up north with me for a few days off....
his Vet told me his odds of surviving…..
1 to 3%
I said its not Zero… -
i wasn’t going to give up……NO WAY!! it broke my heart to see my baby boy with tubes and fluids ... and all that.....
Many prayers and monies and monies and more monies and Puck weight going down to 4 pounds ....And my visits 2 times a day..on my way to work and on my way homefrom ...and 3 times on the weekend...after 10 days in the hospital.....he was fighting with everything he had....
After visiting him one particular Thrusday….he had lifted his head when I walked in and for the 1st time in 9 days cried when I left…..
I was at work no more than a few hours .....when…..i received an emergency phone call…..
I was crying before I even picked the phone up….
but, to my surprise, tears of sadness turned to tears of relief.
He ate, and drank and even pottied in the 3 hours since i left him.....
Puck could come home!
He was better!!!!
With watchful eyes and a …and a spray bottle for his ‘ cable laying ‘, which I had to use every time he went out, I followed him around spraying everything for several weeks.
the virus finally cleared and Puck started to gain some weight back.
I was finally able to walk with him without the spray bottle….
we were out side – I was talking to the neighbors when the my neighbor started laughing….
Lets just say –
I was glad at that particular moment to be wearing shoes…
Puck ‘laid cable…(pooped) on my right shoe’ just dropped anchor right there….on my shoe with my foot inside!
My little man……
My crazy head…..
He was back!!!
(to be continued)