While I love the internet and wonder now at 47 years old how I EVER lived without it in my younger years the thing I hate the most about it is this:
Until people get to know you, as much as you can really get to know people that you never meet in real life, it is often hard for people to be able to read in the words what your intentions are. Just like what happened above. Anyone in real life that would know me, would know that a fear of my baby being dropped is a very real thing, and with grandchildren I worry constantly about them. Of course my baby will let anyone hold him including the little kids and while I try to always be there, dag nab it, the little sneakers do get to him sometimes with me unaware!
I'm lucky in the respect that when I adopted Pita, he is already on his way to being a little old man and while he can get spunky sometimes, he is pretty much very reserved and quiet now. Almost stately in a way if you know what I mean. Andddd being a rescue and having been mistreated in his life he is also my shadow. Since I'm basically disabled now and fairly quiet myself in life he fits into my lifestyle perfectly. I love the snuggling and shadow like closeness that we share together. Even right now at my desk he has his bed and isn't but maybe 11 inches to the right of me whenever I'm sitting here. He will mostly sleep when I'm typing, and I actually think the sound of the keyboard is what puts him to sleep, that and the desk lamp that I have for my scrapbooking with it's warmth right there by him!
I never leave my desk or the room without first putting him on the floor. Because he is going to follow me or at least try to unless I stay in his line of sight! At this point in his life, he just had 10 teeth removed, (I've only had him now 2 months!) and he has what my vet thinks are grade 1 luxating patellas, so he doesn't have any business at all jumping off of anything!
I'm glad we cleared this up, because I would really hate that anyone would have thought I would think a furbaby... well anything really, skinkid, gerbil, well anything living and breathing actually falling would be a funny thing.
Before I was hurt on the job 4 years ago, which caused my disability I fell. In fact I fell 17 feet on my head into a hole. I was a welder all of my life, and at the end was a welder 2 times a year (to keep my papers) and had gone to school for 4 years at night to become a safety coordinator and specialist as well as an EMT. Needless to say, the fall did a lot of damage, but that is another long story and I won't put anyone here through the details.
This is the rule of thumb on a fall! This goes for humans and animals alike. Any fall that is greater than twice the height of the victim is considered life threatening. And while the signs and symptoms may not immediately appear, or may not appear at all for that matter, there is reason to be concerned for several days after the fall and observation is required to rule out anything internal and/or neurological. I'm sure any of those here that are nurses etc would back me up on this one.
Back to what I was saying about funny. I enjoy so much reading the little things in these posts. The nuances, the inflections of speech, the emotions and cliches' are all a part of what I enjoy so much about coming here. I think I have determined that all Yorkie lovers are educated, can spell correctly and have a degree of street intelligence that makes it a privilege to be a part of this forum!!!! Again!! thanks, and in the future, never be afraid to say hey what the heck are you talking about here???? if you think I mean something that I didn't
