If you’ve been following along on Instagram you might already know our new puppy Muffy was quarantined from her mother Pearl for two weeks following her three day stint in the hospital after contracting Parvo. More about that to come in a future post.
Thus, I spent two weeks with Pearl, able to go outside on walks and roam around the rest of our condo freely. The only hardship for me was preparing meals for myself and Arthur, which proved annoying but manageable, until the two weeks passed and we were all reunited once again.
In Muffy and Arthur’s honor, I attempted to make a cake, symbolizing their time spent together in isolation.
We all had a laugh, until just three days later, I realized I had a full on cold.
Per the recommendation from my doctor, we decided it would be best for me to self-isolate from Arthur and the two pups, to stop any potential spread, should I God forbid have contracted the very human virus, COVID-19.
Apperently now the pups could possibly get it too. So once again, Arthur has been left with the task of doing everything I just did, but with two dogs, instead of one, and the possibly of me being sick with the virus of uncertainty.
This is obviously not something to take lightly, but I have to admit. I’m not suffering.