Wesley loves dogs. We have had a lot of dogs in our 13 years of being together. Some have died, some we have sold or given away because they just did not fit in with our family.
Well, we have finally found one that has. We had a dog, Boomer, that got ran over right before this past Christmas. It was horrible! The kids were so upset, we were all so upset.
Anyhow, back to the point.. I found a dog through an adoption agency. Wesley has always wanted a German Shephed. Of course, he has always wanted one for a police drug dog, but now he has one as a pet. We have had her for a couple of weeks. Gabby is her name and she is just perfect. She does not jump, she is not hyper, loves the kids. She is not a police dog, but she has became Wesley's best friend. She is lazy!
Wesley would be lost without her!
Another rough day for Wesley. I could go on and on, but something was said to the effect that if he was really as sick as we say he would not be working. I am not going to dull on this to much. But, just let me say. If anyone would like to come stay 24 hours with us, you will see. Wesley is working, he has too. He has no sick days, no vacation, nothing. We already know he is going to have to be off when we go to New York, so he can not afford to miss now. If he does not work, we live in a cardboard box. But, really I do not have to explain myself to anyone. Wesley is sick. He can put on a good show. But, the fact of the matter is; his head was hurting so bad tonight that he pulled over threw up and went on. Happened twice. Now he is home and taking drugs, trying to ease the pain somewhat. So noone tell me that he is not sick. Come walk a day in his shoes!! Amen! Enough on that, I just wanted to get that off my chest!
Friday is the MRI. Before we know it, it will be next Wednesday and hopefully we have a date and can start planning.