It seems that what the lord gives so easily, he also takes away.
Yeasterday I thanked jesusfor all my keen shopping discounts. I wanted to thank him even though I knew I deserved them because it felt like the polite thing to do.
Then this morning he decided to punish me.
Maybe he has a thing for uppity former smokers, I don’t know.
This morning Maddie started taking great big bloody shits on the carpeting. 8am I’m out of bed on a saturday cleaning up bloody shit and frantically calling the vet to beg to be let in today.
After many tears and much freaking the fuck out…she’s going to be okay. She’s got colitis and it seems she may have eaten something that upset her belly so she stopped eating and blah blah blah I don’t care. She’s going to be fine.
She’s going to be fine and she cost me all my savings.
Fuck. This is 3 times in as many months those dogs have wiped out what little reserves I can manage to put together. My insurance company is just going to have to wait a little bit before I can pay off the deductible for my surgery.
Dog are fucking expensive but they’re cheaper than putting kids through college and I know they are worth every cent i put into them.

it’s one of those quiet, snuggly rainy days where I want to bake or read or do both.
Except my duplex neighbor is moving, which is sad but also loud and upsetting to the dogs. It’s all standard moving stuff, friends talking, big trucks, doors opened over and over, but my dogs are jackasses and must make sure that they respond to every noise with a “I KNOW YOU’RE OUT THERE AND DON’T THINK FOR A MINUTE I’M LETTING YOU IN HERE BECAUSE I CAN BARK AND I HAVE A MOUTH” warning bark.
So I got up early and kept the dogs calm and now I think it’s time to shuffle down and get coffee.
Maybe I’ll do dishes and do a little grocery shopping!

Went to go get Ghengis from the vet. They brought the little guy out and he got so excited to see me (and he wanted to leave so badly) that he jumped around and got his stitches bleeding. Blood spraying all over the lobby, all over me and all over the assistant. Dang. They try to take him back to clean him up and bandage his ear but he refused to go. I had to go back with them. Holy crap, don’t ever just nonchalantly wander into the back of a vet’s office. They had some poor dog all splayed out, bloody cotton balls everywhere, stitches….bare skin. I don’t know. It was freaky.
They let me go back to the lobby.
They bandaged his head all up and sent him out. He looked like a goofy babushka. Immediately he got his ear right out of the bandages and there was blood all over the place again.
There is no doubt that this dog is my dog. Only my dog would cause a bloodbath of such proportions and be so damned stubborn about it.
Poor little fella looks like he’s hungover. He looks to be in so much pain, not just his ear but I’m sure he has a wicked headache.
David and I have to watch him, make sure he doesn’t get sick or scratch his stitches. Earlier this month I decided to bake treats for the big department meeting tomorrow. I had not anticipated having to deal with this before deciding to make choco-banana buns, cinnamon rolls and honey-wheat-pecan bread. The bread machine is getting a total workout tonight.
On the way to the vet, going south on hwy 77 I drove down into the Minnesota river valley. I cannot describe how it looked. The valley was filled with mist and the sunlight lit the whole place. I was so painfully tempted to stay on the freeway. Just keep going. It was the perfect morning to start a roadtrip. I really would have but 1) my boss would have killed me 2) I forgot my two Decemberist cd’s at home and 3) well, Ghengis had a really important appointment with a vet today.
It’s too too obvious I need a roadtrip in the worst way.

Ghengis has had a weird little bump on the end of his ear for a little bit now. Yesterday it kind of got gross (I won’t go into details) so I brought him in to the vet today.
Seems he has a tumor. A fairly common thing, but serious enough that he has to have it removed. He goes in tomorrow morning for a biopsy and surgery.
I wish I had something more to write about, but I’m worried about my little mudgeon right now.
Oh, wait, I know! I want Colin Meloy and Mike Doughty to somehow manage to make a baby and then I want that child to grow up fast and then I want to make babies with him. We’d have fucked up �ber-babies, I know it.
Okay, that was just strange. Think kind thoughts for the little brown doggie.
ADDENDUM: I just got a call from the vet, he is recovering fine but they were unable to determine the nature of the bump from the biopsy and are sending it to the university for further tests. Let us all hope it is not cancer.

Couple weeks ago my aunt Sue was in town for the 80th birthday party and she brought her gorgeous little girl, my cousin Evelyn.
God, I thought i was going to go into diabetic shock watching her watch Spongebob while sitting on the special Spongebob chair, playing with the dogs, feeding the dogs her food and playing legos with David. Sigh.
My favorite part? Immediately as she got home, she took a pink marker to her hair! Here I am, influencing future generations! You go girl.
Of course the dogs loved her because 4 year old girls are just mobile candy buffets.
Wallow in the frosting sweet goo that is my dogs with a 4 year old girl…
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