…have been my constant companions of the previous week. I might not have survived without them. Seriously. Losing Emma has really been difficult for me.
It didn’t matter that I’d known her life expectancy was to be shortened because of her chronic pancreatitis, I wanted her to live forever.
I’ve been tempted to adopt two different dogs this week. Maybe to take her place or to save them. One is supposed to be put down on the 30th if he’s not adopted. I really want to save him, but don’t know if I’m really ready to take on another dog just now. Just looking at his photo prompted me to name him "Jackson." I will call and check on him again tomorrow.
I have Minnie and soon Gracie will be back in our house when our darling son returns home. And there is Sophie, too. Harold is not so cuddly, but he is still a treat when he is loose and wandering about the house.
I have a lot of projects coming up at the office and while I look forward to working on them, I worry that I am getting behind in other work. I feel so overwhelmed all of a sudden. I wish I had more space to spread out and see what’s really on my plate instead of being closed in by all the tasks at once. I love this job and I don’t want to screw up and lose it, but I’m in constant worry of letting pholks down.
I think it is odd that a person could become this overwhelmed and depressed while using medications supposed to thwart such conditions, but I know that without them I most certainly would become a lost cause.
Getting back in the habit of going to the Y and working out has done a lot for me, too.
Last Saturday we started obedience school for Emma and Minnikins because with two dogs, a cat, a tortoise, and a third dog on the way I’m gonna need a lot more control over these dogs.
After that first class we took them straight to the Masterson Station dog park for a great play reward. We got home in the early afternoon and the dogs were wiped out. They slept through most of the afternoon (and of course I took a a nap with them!).
Today we took the girls to the Lexington Humane Society to get Minnie’s rabies vaccine and license renewed.
I recommend taking your pet to your local animal shelter for these things for good reason. At our shelter the vaccine is only $3.00, and the license in the LFUCG area is $8.00 if your dog is sterilized ($40.00 if not). The thing is you get both of these for the price of $13.00 — but we also donate another $25 on top of that price (today we donated $35 extra).
We had visited Minnie’s old vet to get her shot records and they offered to update her rabbies for $62.00, but we told them no thank-you because of our personal policy of taking them to the pound for this.
So you pholks who think your vet is over charging you for this vaccine, or if your budget is extra tight just now, we recommend going to the pound. Pay for the shot, the license, and add a little donation — anything you can will help out the pound and you’re wallet will still thank you. Everybody comes out ahead this way.
So we’re done at the pound and we’re on our way to doggie school. Hubby and I are chatting about a general correction word for Minnikins (Emma already has one). Stop? No? Bad? Jack!
"Jack is not a correction word, " hubby says.
"Minnie doesn’t know that. It’s a good choice because we hardly use the word at all."
"I don’t think it’s a good idea," and he looks at me and I know he’s thinking what I’m thinking. Together we laugh out loud.
…Emma’s correction word is "off!"
"We could us ‘halt’, I guess," and I sigh, "but it won’t be as much fun."
This is Harold, the newest addition to our home. He was a birthday gift (from me) to my Darling Husband. Hubby was very surprised and tickled to receive him.
We let him roam about the living room while we prepared his habitat. He seems to feel very safe in his new home and was not shy at all.
Okay, maybe he was a little shy when Emma and Sophie checked him out. Emma was a bit startled and would jump when he’d suddenly poke out his head at her. Sophie sat and watched him sit and do nothing. Then he walked away from her. She and Emma followed. Later, after we’d put him back into his habitat, Sophie just sat and watched his habitat.
I think she’s confused.
This is Harold in the living room and this is Harold in his habitat. I filmed him while we had him outstide for a bit, but I seem to have deleted that clip. *sigh*
This his Harold in his habitat this morning. Emma’s not so chicken when he’s in the box…
You can read some stuff about Hingeback Harold here and here.
… your hubby stopping off at Kroger’s to pick you up some Stouffer’s mac and cheese, but then he also swings by the liquor store and comes home with the surprise of vodka and all the fixins for a MEDICINAL bloody mary — or two!
Tokenbloggeris a middle aged fat lady who lives in a small Victorian cottage (in historic Lexington, Kentucky USA) with her husband of 28 years, 2 dogs, a cat, and a tortoise. She is the mother to one adult child who recently returned home (with his dog) to "attend" college --- and now he has a new kitten, too!
Tokenblogger is recently unemployed. While looking for a new position Tokenblogger also does stuff like:
write
keep house
hang out with the pets
walk the neighborhood
blog (write)
draw
read (books!)
cruise the internet
some website design
write
nap
visit friends and family
listen to the radio
and her iTunes collection
watch television
write
work on her wellness
in mind & body
get through each day
write
and some other … stuff.
Tokenblogger has a favorite color, too. Take a wild guess, will ya!
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