Sunday, July 03, 2005

evening

Happy 4th of July - Enjoy It, Because We Can’t

Two 100lb dogs on 8mg of Xanax (vet prescribed) - you think that would bring illegal fireworks relief to our household.  It does not.  It turns into clumsy wobbly-legged weird fear.  Dante mostly doesn’t even seem affected by the meds, except for the fact that he looks constantly for trouble.  Gets into the trash, pulls things off the kitchen counter, wanders aimlessly doing stupid things.  At least Eli generally sits still and whines softly.

To all those people who set off illegal fireworks in Las Vegas - I hope you lose fingers.  There are TONS of big fireworks displays in town.  GO TO ONE OF THEM!  Or even just be satisfied with the pretty safe & sane fireworks that they sell from the booths all over town.  Pretty sparkly showers, colored things spinning, sparklers, colored smoke bombs.  I don’t mind them at all.  They’re pretty, they don’t make any noise and they don’t make our household a living hell for days.  If LVMPD didn’t have to deal with all of the murders in the city, I would so call the cops on every single person in our neighborhood who thinks loud explosions are the epitome of fun.  If you like the feeling of being in a war zone, feel free to enlist and experience it for real.

That said, Happy 4th of July birthday, Dante boy! 

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

late evening

Idiot of the Day - Mr. Jaws with Paws Enforcing Laws

I looked up his license plate frame, “Jaws with paws, enforcing laws”, but I couldn’t even find a website about it.  I found a crappy useless webring, but nothing with any real information.  I’m assuming it’s training for canine officers, but I can’t be positive.  Anyway, Mr. Black Corvette (I’m debating about posting his personalized plate, but maybe won’t, as I don’t want to get the vet’s office in trouble, because his nasty behavior isn’t their fault) was at the office to pick up his elderly German Shepherd (or some type of shepherd).  Just standing there, in the super crowded office, he already seem icky and impatient.  I think his dog must’ve been boarded, but I don’t know for how long.  When he got the dog, he yanked the lame (in the elderly sort of way) dog up by the collar.  The dog obviously needed tender loving care to leave the office, but to his/her credit s/he was walking slowly and doing okay.  Apparently when the dog got outside and stepped down the curb, it had trouble getting up.  Instead of being a prepared pet owner of a large elderly dog and buying a harness to help his dog ‘s hind end get up and assist him/her in walking, he tried to yank her from his/her collar.  As we all know, yanking our neck isn’t going to help us walk, especially if we weigh over 90lbs.

So, Mr. Wihiny Black Corvette proceeded to come back into the vet’s office to exclaim, “WhenI brought my dog in, s/he could walk.” So, did he seriously think the vet’s office (who has someone spend every night there) did something to make it so his really elderly dog not be able to walk?  They’re one of the most conscientious vet’s office we’ve ever encountered.  The front desk staff is always polite and competent, the vet techs always know what they’re doing and our vet is really great.  She’s very open-minded to whatever we need to try for our freaky pets, from shots to help our Oranda, Bob, to various medications to attempt to help our German Shepherd deal with the fear of fireworks and thunderstorms.  She’s also done several successful surgeries on our pets, so we trust her.  Anyway, there is NO way that the vet’s office could possibly be responsible for his dog having trouble walking.  In fact, we remember seeing him during a prior visit, yanking his poor old dog into yet a different sports car.  He wasn’t at all gentle, and I have so much trouble believing he was ever a Canine Officer, as he doesn’t really seem to care about his dog.  I wonder if the police department pays for the dog’s care.

The end result of his snottiness was that he carried his dog back into the vet’s office.  I’m sure it was to yell at them for his elderly dog’s inability to walk down the curb outside.  I don’t know how he expected to get his big dog into his Corvette—his black Corvette (I have no qualms about him being recognized for his bad behavior, as it’s not the first time we’ve seen it from him).  I’m not sure if I’m hoping the dog was put to sleep to ease the misery of living with this man or if they were able to convince him that he needed a harness to help his dog walk.  I’m not sure I want to know.

The bonus of the trip was that everyone else in the waiting room (and there were LOTS of people - it was nuts) was very patient and nice.  We also saw the most beautiful six month old Mastiff.  What a cool looking dog, but he was already huge.  He had a super sweet face though.  And his owner already had a ramp to help him get into his car.  He’s obviously going to be a caring owner for the rest of that dog’s life.  It was nice.

Okay, I’m posting the license plate number of the guy - he was a jerk on two separate occasions at the vet’s office, due to absolutely no fault of the offiice.  It horrifies me to think that he might be a K-9 officer with LVMPD.  Anyway, if you see a black Corvette with the NV plate Linc II, steer clear.  Seems like he could be a road rage guy.

To sum this up with nice things - the vet’s office is always a happy place for us, even though it costs us a fortune with all of our pet tests and surgeries.  It feels like a home away from home and Dr. Gorman should be very happy with her staff.  They’re always polite to us, even when they’re swamped.  Oh, and welcome back Julie and Terri.  It’s nice to see old employees return.  That must say something for the working environment there.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

late evening

A Tale of Innocence

If I keep my eyes closed, no one can make me believe that Eli ate almost all of my food.  Sneakily.

Look, she’s so innocent, she won’t even look at anybody.

Oh wait, what do I see hanging from her lip?  Is it cat food?

Oh, I do believe that IS cat food.  Bad Eli, bad!

Monday, June 13, 2005

evening

Tito, Get Me a Tissue

Jackson found Not Guilty.

You know Jackson is so completely guilty that it would be funny if he could sway a jury to come around to his side.  Even with high-priced lawyers, he’s for sure guilty of causing all the cat fights in the house.  There’s no way that boy should be acquitted.  Oh wait, wrong Jackson.  My bad.  You know it. This is Jackson Monroe, feline variety.

To be fair to the Michael Jackson jury, I was on a child molestation jury last year.  Every single person I knew voiced an opinion when I told them the subject matter...from cops to family members to regular old friends.  Every single person felt the guy was guilty, even though I’d revealed nothing about the case besides the child molestation aspect.  The story was kinda creepy, but the girl retracted the story, the evidence was scant.  The guy seemed skanky, but there was no way reasonable people could find him guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.  We at first had a couple of hold outs because their “gut feeling” told them he was guilty.  They had to be told that gut feelings mean nothing in a court case.  Evidence is everything and the evidence didn’t prove the case.  We may have let an innocent or guilty man free, but the evidence forced us to do so.  I understand how the Jackson jury feels.  They probably think Michael Jackson is a skanky weirdo who sleeps with kids, but the evidence didn’t prove anything more than sleeping, so their hands were tied.  The only thing decent that can come of this is that other parents don’t let their kids sleep over at his house.  What sane parent would?

Saturday, May 14, 2005

early evening

A Kitten To Eat Up!

Here’s her ferocious pose. 
and here’s her take me home pose -

The kitten is being fostered at our vet’s office and we thought it was much better to take pictures of her than bring her home into the evil cat menagerie that has suddenly grown four strong with rescues.  It’s amazing how fast they grow, when we saw her last week she was half the size.  I have to admit that even though we rarely use our cell phone, the camera phone purchase was well worth it for these two pictures alone.