Thanks to all your concerns this past week for me and Bryson!
My back got a lot better over the rest of the weekend when I didn't do anything, but as the busy work week started, it hasn't been too happy... I have a lumbar pillow strapped onto my back (I'm like a camel), but it helps.
Bryson on the other hand is almost back to his usual self now. After we got all the test results back, it was apparent that he was having some sort of an infection. A doggy cold or something like that. Can you imagine just having ingested toxic X'mas tree water THEN having a cold on top of that? I might have to rearragne his furnitures to improve his feng shui.
Sunday was a tough day, as I was practically immobile, hubby was at work, and Bryson was so disoriented he could barely walk down the stairs. Thanks goodness my neighbor Tube Dog's Human was kind enough to walk Bryson along with Tube Dog that morning.
But since Bryson wouldn't walk down the stairs by himself (we live on the 3rd floor), we have to resort to a make-shift "wheelchair" for Bryson (this is taken from Tube Dog's "Daily Weiner" blog):
OK, Bryson and Tube Dog aren't turning homeless. There's an explanation.
We live in a converted warehouse loft, complete with a huge vintage hand-operated frieght elevator. There's also a Home Depot across the street. Over time, these Home Depot carts just show up in our elevator, and residents' been conveniently using them to transport stuff like groceries, garbage, and dogs who wouldn't walk (and their friends who just want a joy ride out of it).
My poor neighbor ran into just about everybody in the building that morning wheeling these 2 around, all of whom gave her the "What the...?!" look. I think she just shook her head with a "Don't ask..." look in return. OK, we owe them another BIG one. :P