Friday, October 31, 2008

What If

What if John McCain wins and Sarah Palin becomes President?

Can you imagine what would happen if the Palin family lived in the White House? Seriously, would the Easter Egg hunt become a turkey shoot? Would the rose garden be ripped out so they can drive their snow machines? Are these really the people we want representing us to foreign leaders?

Say what you will about Georges Bush, but Barbara and Laura have class and know how to act in public. I'm not so sure about Todd Palin.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Please don't call the ASPCA

Poor Rowser! Today she got kibble for the first time in over a week and she laid down in front of her bowl with her paws on each side and ate until all the food was gone. I put more in the bowl and she ate that too. I guess she hasn't been getting enough to eat, but who knew that $15 worth of roast every day and a half would not be enough.

Now, not only do I have to feel guilty about her having a badly broken tooth for over a year, but also I can feel guilty for her being hungry for a week. It's a good thing she had pain pills, because I have definitely been a pain.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

What a week

I eat Lean Cuisines, my dogs eat roast beef. I eat steamed vegetables, my dogs eat grilled chicken.

Rowser had her tooth pulled last Monday. The $770 it cost was, perhaps, the high point of the week, the $60 of roast beef, pork, and grilled chicken cut up into pieces the size of the tip of my little finger and fed to her one piece at a time with Bear trying to get his share, the low point. And that doesn't even count the joy of trying to get a 90 pound dog to take ten pills a day. I am completely in the debt of the person who invented peanut butter, which I've found is the pill taking magnet. My dogs will do anything for peanut butter.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Return To The Veterinary Clinic

I took Bear back to the vet today to have his ear cleaned and checked out. I also took Rowser for a check up and shots. What a nightmare!!! My head hurts so bad now that I'm sick to my stomach and I'm going to start drinking soon. It's not drinking alone if the dogs are here, right?

Bear is afraid of everything and can't stand to be away from Rowser. Rowser gets wired when she sees young children and other animals, mainly because the unsupervised kids in my old neighborhood teased the dogs while I was at work. My dogs do not like toddlers.

I took Bear to the vet, left her with Chelsea, the vet tech, and came home to get Rowser. Bear was fine until Rowser got into the waiting room and then got so upset that he couldn't see her that the vet asked me to go outside (we waited in the car). There was a kid and a colt in the parking lot, so the wait was not much fun.

The vet finished working on Bear and then took Rowser in to start the examination. I took Bear home. Luckily Quinn was next door at mom's, so he came over to Bearsit. Bear has never been home alone and will not even go outside to pee without Rowser. I was not looking forward to what my house might look like and there was a good chance that the ear could start bleeding again so it was great to have Quinn to count on.

I went back to get Rowser and pay. Rowser has a broken tooth and is fat. Sorry Rowser, but it has to be said. She needs to lose about eight pounds. Today's visit was $327 and it will be about $717 for the tooth to be extracted. Did I mention I'm going to start drinking soon?

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I'm not sure who is hurting more; me or Bear. Bear is hurting because on Sunday there were motorcycles going by constantly to the Oyster Bay Bike-In and several sirens (probably chasing the bikers) upset the dogs. When Bear came in, he had long and ugly gash in his left ear, where Rowser got him with her teeth.

Two prescriptions, two shots, an appointment for next week later where they are going to shave the ear and clean out the cut, and a bill for $247.11 and like I said, I'm not sure who is hurting more.

At least Bear has pain medication.

Moving On

How early is too early for kids to move away from home? I don't know the answer to that question, but my nephew left this morning to live in San Diego and I don't think he's old enough to move 1123 miles away. Yes, I was 20 years old when I moved away, and yes, he is 22 and yes, he is a responsible, hard working, kind, and educated person, but still . . . to those of us he is leaving, he is still five years old.

Anyway, he sure is going to be missed.