Bad to the Milk Bone

I took Zsa Zsa our 14 year Shih Zhou to the vet today.  She has been having trouble getting up and has also been having potty issues.  She’ll get up to head to the door and go to the bathroom before she gets to the door.  Once she’s finished she keeps going to the door like she is going to go outside to potty.  So we’ve let this go for a while but finally decided to make the trip to the vet.  We had a hard year with pets as we lost our buddy Luther last year and then Jimi had his issues (which seemed to have straighten themselves out) as well.  So anyway we have been putting this trip off because we were afraid of the bill and the outcome.  After all she’s 14 years old and I fear her time might be coming.  It will be a particularly hard friend to lose.  My hubby has had her since she was a puppy and it will be devastating to lose her. 

Anyway off to the vet I went.  When we got there one of the first things that happened was they had me muzzle her.  Did I mention she’s 14 and I’m not sure she has all her teeth.  They took her temp and then the Dr. came in.  We have a great vet, he will go to great lengths to save an animal.  Of course it’s often at great expense as well.  He sees sucker written on our foreheads and we do pay these extravagant fees.  After looking at her he let me know that her back knees won’t stay in their sockets, she’s obese (I figured that one out already) and that’s she’s most likely senile.  He ran some expensive blood work and informed us that the rest of here was fantastic, which was good news.  I have anti inflammatory meds and senility meds to give to her.  And I’m a bit lighter in the wallet, but not as bad as it could have been.

When they took the Zsa Zsa away to do the blood work I knitted.  I heard a dog in the back making a large fuss, it sounded as if it was crying and putting up a fuss.  For a minute I thought it was baby girl, but discarded that idea as crazy.  So I knitted for a bit and they brought her back, and I knitted some more.  One of the girls came in to see if I wanted some water while I waited and we talked for few minutes.  She’s been working there for a long time and remembers our hoodlums vividly.  She remarked that Zsa Zsa looked tired after her ordeal.  Apparently that was Baby Girl making that racket.  At that I was informed that Zsa Zsa has a note in her chart to muzzle because she tries to kill them every time she goes to the Dr.  What’s more our cat Snoopy has the same note.  Apparently our animals are a menaces to society.  It cracks me up that our animals are considered dangerous.  With Snoopy there’s good reason, we’ve always had to pay the “bastard fee”  I’ve never noticed it with the dog though.  Well I have to go let her outside.  Here’s to hoping that the drugs work fast.

Talk to you later.

Eventually we start to turn into our mothers.

When I was in the third grade my mother taught me how to cross stitch to earn a girl scout badge.  She was very adamant about the back of the design to look as good as the front. It was a pain in the butt but I did it and my little owl cross stitch was a masterpiece.  So much so the scout leader felt my mother did the work.  I wasn’t well thought of with most of the troop leaders, being a tomboy who didn’t care to wear the ugly green uniform.  But that’s another story.  The point is my mother taught me to take pride in my work and to do it right, even if you have to undo that that which has been accomplished. 

I started my zig zag poncho late Saturday night and worked on it quite a bit all day yesterday.  Last night I took a look at it and noticed several mistakes.  I pondered over them most of the night and thought I resolved myself to live with it.  I figured that it was a first attempt and there will be mistakes and I will eventually get better.  But today at lunch I was looking at it and was thinking about all the issues that I’ve been dealing with and made the decision…I don’t have a lot of control at work or home but I do have control with my knitting.  So my mother's lessons took over and I frogged the entire thing and will start again maybe tonight or tomorrow but I will be proud of the finished object whenever it happens.

Thanks mom.

Talk to you later.

Monday, here we go again.

Monday mornings are stressful.  Not an earth shattering statement by any means but there you go. After having 1 –2 days off depending on the week.  I have to go back to work and try to get motivated to push forward.  Of course one look at the rapidly dwindling check book and that usually helps, but brings along its own set of stress that likes jump on board.  I have 5 days to come up with enough money to get a commission check.  It doesn’t look good and I have been awake a good bit of the night going over all the situations and possible outcomes in my head.  Most are not pretty.  January is always a tough month but it seems as this one is particularly painful.  I am figuring out what to pay on time and what I can push back several days.  I’m scared. 

Well I need to head to work.  Keep your fingers crossed and send me all the positive thoughts you can spare, I appreciate it all.

Talk to you later.

 

Family Sunday

I’m so happy it’s Sunday.  I will get to see my parents who have been in town for several days and there has been no chance to visit.  More importantly Jacob will get to spend some time with them.  I wish he could seem them more often but they live all the way in Nacogdoches and its 3.5 hours away and since I work so many Saturdays we never seem to have the opportunity to go see them. 

So today Jacob will get to play with Gram and Papa and we will have a nice day with family.  Plus there is football so the men folk will be happy even though the Cowboys didn’t make it this year.  Go Colts!  They seem to be the most objectionable team.  Food will be yummy, we’ll have chili, ham, potato salad, baked beans and chocolate chip cookies once Jacob and I make them.  Not too shabby don’t you think. 

So for today I wish every one a happy Sunday with the people you love and a tiny break from the stresses of life.

Talk to you later.