Sunday, March 27, 2005

early evening

I Hate Almost Everyone and Everything

Why is that, you ask?  Hell if I know.  Not more than five hours ago, I was just sitting and thinking about how happy and content I was.  I don’t know where I went wrong to swing the other way, but when I wake in the morning, it had better all be right again.  At least we’ll be able to bring Cricket home and cuddle with our gimpy little pup.  She was so cute when we went to go see her yesterday.  All doped up and woozy, but clearly happy to see us.  It was really nice of the vet’s office (Creature Comforts) to let us in to see her.  We thought they closed at 6p on Saturdays, but alas, that wasn’t true, they close at 5p.  We, of course, arrived at 5:05p.  Duh, us.  Anyway, they very nicely let us in, and even better, put us in a room and brought Cricket out to us.  We only thought we might be able to see her quickly for a couple of pets, while she was in her li’l recovery cage.  So, big thanks to Denise & Stephanie for letting us in and to Becky for bringing our monster baby out to see us.  It was nice to see that she was doing so well.  It was an extra nice thing we could hold onto after we heard the horror of her $2300 bill.  Gah!  Last year, when she had both knees done, it was maybe $1800 or so.  Oh well, that’s what the Care Credit card is for, no?  Naturally, we’d just finished paying it off after Chelsea’s feeding tube extravaganza.  But, it wouldn’t be our lives if that card didn’t have some big pet expense on it.

I’m really babbling here.  I’m losing control of my life maybe.  I’ve gone so low that I checked out FlyLady because I sure could use some help organizing my life.  I feel like I’m surrounded by stuff, lots of stuff.  Before the house was appraised and we had the leaky windows and all, the house was mostly presentable.  But then we got sick and we spread the sickness (clutter, not vomit, sillies) all over the house.  And maybe not so much we as I.  I know I have a big clutter problem.  Actually, it’s a big procrastination problem because I don’t like living like this.  Also, by “like this”, I don’t mean we live in one of those scary houses you see on Animal Cops, where they have 50 dogs/cats locked up into two rooms and it’s really gross.  We just have a bit of a clutter problem, especially now with the new business equipment.  Who really has room for a sandblasting cabinet, a dye sub printer, an Imprintor, eight dozen mugs, a large heat press and a mug press?  I’m guessing not a lot of people.  I admit to being responsible for the general clutter and I certainly could be responsible for attempting to get rid of the dust from the yard that settles over everything in every room downstairs.  Maybe FlyLady could help, although ten emails a day?  It would be like my mother nagging me.  Of course, I can tell these emails to fuck off if I want to.  It can’t hurt to try, I guess.  There’s always “unsubscribe”.

I have another complaint.  The font is so small when I’m writing this that I can’t always tell if I’ve spelled everything correctly, and I’d go batshit if I saw a misspelled word on my blog.  Keep that in mind.  If you see one, from any entry, please write and let me know—it’s a typo and I must fix it.  Then again, I also need glasses.  Must be all these years of staring at the monitor.

This entry is so insufferably boring that I think I might have to go find a cute pet picture to add something interesting.

Here’s a cute puppy picture of Cricket.  She was so tiny.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

evening

Knee Surgery…Again?

I’m so sad.  Last night Cricket twisted her knee.  We thought with some rest and a little Rimadyl, she might be as good as new in the morning.  Alas, no.  So, off to the vet we went...again.  As if Chelsea’s feeding tube drama hadn’t taken enough out of us.  Not to mention, Cricket’s bi-lateral knee surgery last January.  Haven’t we all been through enough?  Anyway, Cricket will be having another knee surgery in the next couple of weeks.  I feel so badly for her.  She’s the only one of our four dogs who absolutely loves to run.  She’ll run after motorcycle sounds in the yard, she’ll run from window to window in the bedroom, barking at the beagles next door.  She’ll run to see the cats at the doorway.  She’ll run to the doorway and yap her head off when someone comes to the door.  Let that be a lesson to you, if you come to our door, you may lose all ability to hear.

So, surgery will be soon.  That means supposedly putting her in a crate where she can’t move too much.  The thing is, if she was in a crate, she’d be so frantic that she’d move even more, ramming her legs against the crate.  What we’ll do is keep her in the master bedroom, carry her up/down the stairs, so she can pee & poop and get some fresh air.  This will be for weeks, if not months.  Also, she’ll have lots of checkups at the vet - she hates going in the car, so she therefore hates going to the vet.  She shakes and whines in the car.  It’s a relief that the vet is only about five miles away.

Poor puppy is going to look like this again.

It should only be one knee this time.  I hope they find something sturdy for strapping everything all together.  We don’t want this to be a yearly occurrence.  That picture is so sad, I think I need to post another, cheerier one.

Friday, March 04, 2005

late afternoon

Poor Me

I’m sick.  I have a stupid constant little unproductive cough.  I can’t breathe.  I’m exhausted.  My eyes are watery.  I just hate this.  Hopefully, it’ll be a mild cold and gone soon.

On a happy note, Chelsea the cat, is eating more on her own.  It’ll be nice when she can get rid of her feeding tube.  She’s also become almost cuddly, crawling up into our laps at night and napping. 

Monday, February 28, 2005

evening

My Poor Puppy

I feel like such a bad mom.  Phoenix is our adopted walking medical problem.  She has horrible allergies, bladder stone problems and she can’t see out of her right eye.  She gets allergy shots, takes six pills a day and gets eyedrops twice a day.  Other than her health issues, she’s really the perfect dog.  Friendly, cute, smart and she has excellent hang time on her jumps; which, of course leads us to tonight’s problem.

Earlier today, the window guy was supposed to come out and replace our leaky kitchen window.  Again, he did nothing, but that’s another story.  Anyway, Leigh-Ann cleaned the sliding glass door, to make the house purtier.  Tonight, when I took the little dogs out, Cricket wanted to come back in early.  It was cold outside, so I closed the door after her.  Phoenix was wandering around, exploring the exciting dirt and rocks in the back yard.  A couple minutes passed, so I started to go towards the door to see if she was on the patio and wanted in.  I was about three feet from the door when I saw her run toward the door and leap in the air, to jump over the track.  What happened was like what you see in cartoons - she jumped up and smashed her face against the glass, then bounced backwards.  I guess the glass was too clean for her.

She didn’t cry or wobble or anything.  She ran up the stairs perfectly fine and jumped around waiting for her cookie.  Leigh-Ann looked at her pupils, but her eyes are so screwed up that it’s hard to tell what’s going on with them.  She’s been acting pretty normally; snoozing, resting, sleeping and chewing on a bone.  She seems okay, but I keep seeing her hit the glass.  It’s so sad.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

evening

One Adam Twelve, See The Man

There’s been a police helicopter circling our neighborhood for over an hour now.  Tight circles, like they know what they’re looking for, but it’s been kind of a long time, so why haven’t they found whatever they’re looking for?  About fifteen minutes ago I heard, “Get your hands up...muffle, muffle, muffle.” But then nothing happened, the ‘copter keeps circling.  I hope they catch whoever it is soon, because I don’t think we want to show them up by siccing our very large dogs on the criminals.  Well, that and I don’t want to hear the damned helicopter circling our house all night.

Here’s our big dog protection.  The first one is Eli, who is currently whining at the cats.  The second one is Dante, who is currently sacked out downstairs.  They’re very very scary.