30 November 2007
07 November 2007
24 October 2007
Chew this, b**ch!
Baby Love and I talked it over, and I spent the next two days on the phone, trying to get someone in Animal Control who could tell me if (A) they had a male yellow lab (B) if he was injured or sick and (C) if I could pick him up on behalf of a local rescue group. Turns out the pound for this small town is actually no-kill. Yeah! Thursday, I get home from work, and I'm telling Baby Love about the all-day search for an Animal Control officer with answers, and she says "Well, I saw a dog with bigger problems." She tells me about a male yellow Lab she saw in the neighborhood on the way home from work. He was skinny and skittish and eating out of a garbage can. I sighed and said "Let's go get him."
We found him a couple of blocks away, head in a neighbor's trashcan. He was so skinny his hip bones protruded, and covered in fleas big enough to see with out moving his fur. Loose skin hung from his belly and tail, and the fur on his rear haunches and tail was thin, and bloody.
We took him home, and put him in our neighbor's yard. He got two baths and a huge bowl of food. Our Labs (George and Sadie) were interested, but they are sort of a self-contained unit. As the temperature started dropping, we moved our Labs inside, closed off the kitchen, and brought him in. Friday morning, we took him to the vet.
Buddy is a six-year old male yellow Lab. He's been neutered and is housebroken. He's good with other dogs, large and small, and cats. He WILL NOT enter a crate. He currently weighs 67 lbs., and our vet estimated he is 20-30 lbs underweight. He has an infection in both ears and in the skin on his haunches and around his tail. He is on oral antibiotics for 2 weeks, and ear medicine for 10 days. He does not have any communicable diseases; however we did not yet have him vaccinated for anything other than rabies. We based the decision on his stress level. The vet flushed his ears, trimmed his nails, gave him a steroid shot and a rabies vac. He got his Advantix treatment and a de-wormer. He has bald spots on his bottom, elbows and knees, where hair will probably not ever grow again. His front teeth, including one canine tooth are worn down to almost nothing. After a thorough exam, the vet surmised he was a puppy when he went into a kennel or crate. The people never bought a bigger one, despite how he continued to grow. Because he was forced to stay in one position for so long, the hair in spots was worn off so often and for so long it will not regrow. He also had YEARS to chew his way out of the kennel. His teeth are damaged from chewing wear. The vet has seen it before.
So, the plan is fatten him up, cheer him up, and find him a good home.
Then, find whoever did this to him. Lock them in the kennel, and say, "Right-o, chew your way out, bitch!" I hate people.
05 October 2007
Click your heels together three times, and go fuck yourself
17 September 2007
Flavor of the Month Club
So, I was going to be a good girl and write all about Baby Love's lasik surgery, and Pookie's new car and my new hair cut and yadda yadda yadda. Instead, here's this
You Are Phish Food Ice Cream |
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23 August 2007
People Grease and other issues
1.) I don't care how clean you think you are, all equipment in a gym is covered in a fine film of people grease.
2.) I hate having people look at me. I'm fat. You're the only one surprised by this. Look away.
3.)I have no filter. Whatever pops into my head comes directly out of my mouth 90% of the time.
All of these are good reasons NOT to join a gym. Fortunately, most of my friends find these quirks either endearing or amusing. The rest of you can bugger off. Anyway, we joined 12-August. We've gone every day but the weekends since then. Dedicated, aren't we?
Here's the point to all this. My ass hurts. And the insides of my thighs. This supposedly means that this exercise thing is working. I think it means I now have an excuse to be crabby. Like PMS wasn't an excuse already, but hey! Who couldn't use an extra excuse every now and then?
Golf lessons start this evening. I like golf. I'm just really really bad at it. So, we're taking lessons to improve our game and give us a hobby. There's a group of us going. We'll see. BabyLove is highly competitive. We no longer bowl in a league because I can't stand to be constantly corrected at an activity I'm doing purely for amusement. My inevitable reply to said correction is "Suck my ass." I said it probably fifty times a night. While this may seem extreme, I remind you that you were not present. I was bowling for fun! Not fabulous prizes! So what if I fling the ball and it bounces??
And let's not even get started on playing darts or pool. My current philosophy is that if we own the equipment, we don't play it for fun. We own several dart sets, therefore we do not play darts for fun. We own pool cues, so we do not go to pool halls with our friends. We own multiple bowling balls, so we no longer bowl for a good time. It has saved our relationship. This golf thing may not be a good hobby after all...
I also taught myself to knit over the weekend. Again, I'm not very good, but it's soothing and I'm working on scarf. Currently, it's 12 inches wide and four inches long. It will get longer.
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Where have I heard that before?
14 August 2007
Wow, I'm bad at this
24 July 2007
Tuxie Tummy Tuesday

16 July 2007
Man Cat Monday, or Un Gato Grande
