Oh So Fun

So, this has been an extraordinarily interesting week. It finally Friday, but no rest for the weary in this place!
We have Parvo. Anyone who has dogs should know how virulent and horrible this canine virus is. I feel safe in saying that it has a ninety percent kill rate. The last ten percent survive because their owners can afford to spend the money when they've caught it soon enough.
Out of six who came down with it, we have two left. Dustin has been doing extensive research the past 24 hours and found a medicine with an 80% recovery rate. (Where was that little percent doohickey when I was trying to remember how to spell the word?) Fifty bucks for a one ounce bottle. Every hour on the hour, a few drops on the tongue. It has been doing good for our last two puppies, but not the one that just died. But he was doing it differently with that dog, so it wasn't getting the full effects.
But that was just today and yesterday. We had a full week even before the dogs started dying.
We got the ASPCA called on us.
And the Health Department.
Yeah, like I needed someone to tell me that it stinks. I live here, you know. The sheriff lady is coming out again on Sunday or Monday.
On the bright side, the kennel room no longer smells like urine. It now smells ike a sick person, or rather a sick dog and, of course, an overwhelming odor of bleach. Which, wonderfully, kills Parvovirus, which can live in the yard for up to nine months. Fun, fun, fun.
The Health Dept. guy said he didn't know why they even got a complaint because he didn't see any problems. It was a complaint about sewage drainage, by the way.
The sheriff lady, however, said she could smell the kennel room outside and that it wasn't good for the baby to live with that smell.
Dustin said I should have told her to come back with a warrant. Like I'm going to do that. I just don't like to make trouble.
So, it's two am on a Friday and I am so not having fun.
But I wouldn't be anywhere else.
Oh, and Faith met my grandparents today. She was so good until the end when she just really wanted to go home. Angela got a four gen. pic of me, Grandma, mom and Faith. She got to come home on a four day pass the other day, but goes back tomorrow. She has to be in Dallas by ten am tomorrow. I so don't want to be Mom and Dad.
Anyway, later, gators.