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Hoping to avoid a vet bill

     Gavin has a small hematoma in his good ear.  I took his collar off him to keep him from hitting the ear with his tags while he’s shaking his head.  I put an icepack on his ear sort of pinching the hematoma between the folded pack.

     It hasn’t gotten any bigger so far.  If we can keep his head shaking to a minimum and ice it from time to time–he will only let me do it once a day–we might be able to avoid a vet visit, bill, and the usual stitching of the ear.  His other ear was stitched several years ago but that hematoma was huge compared to this one so far.

     Keep your fingers crossed, he REALLY hates going to the vet.

I miss the laughter

     It’s been a long time since I’ve had the giggles so bad I couldn’t stop.  Typical of sisters, my baby sis and I could always get each other giggling so bad that you couldn’t breathe and whenever you looked at each other you’d go off into peals of laughter all over again.

     I miss her.  She was one of the few people who could do that to me.  I don’t think I’ve laughed like that since she died in 2001.

     The pups manage to make me giggle and so does The Curmudgeon with his wonderful dry sense of humor, but they can’t make me go helpless with laughter.

     Ten years without those deep belly laughs and giggles that make you go limp is a long time.  Does the laughter ever come back?

Changes in our diet

     Big changes are coming.  Today I put my meat order in with a company we’ve dealt with for several years.  I think we will surprise our service.  I’ve made some big changes in what we’ll order.

     We do this every six months.  Then they come in and load our freezer and I don’t need to buy meats at the grocery store.

     We won’t be ordering anywhere near the red meats that we have in the past.  Although The Curmudgeon doesn’t like fish or turkey, we’ll have some on the list.  I’ll eat it and he can has a cheezeburger.

     I’m looking forward to the changes.

What drives you bonkers?

 

     This time of year drives me bonkers.  I can’t stand the constant drone of Christmas carols.  If I hear one more have a happy holiday I may go postal.  Speaking of postal, I really don’t need a gazillion catalogues.  I don’t buy Christmas gifts.

     Rude people drive me up a wall.  This is the season where they seem to come out in droves.  I’m so glad I no longer work retail.  It was always a challenge to smile at customers all day when they were so very rude.

     We won’t go into many of the other things that drive me crazy, the list is far too long.

     What drives you bonkers? 

Just another day

 

     A little while ago I turned off the TV.  Now, as I sit here at my desk, all the sounds I hear are coming from the two crates behind me.    Soft snores punctuated with a tail wag or two make me smile.

     I love the night when the dogs are snoozing and The Curmudgeon has gone to bed.  I feel as though I can catch my breath a little.  It’s nice to have no demands on me for a little while.

     Yesterday was a busy day for me.  Gavin had another earache so he was constantly looking for attention.  Patty was feeling left out which meant another one who wanted me.  The Curmudgeon was having one of his bad days too. 

     When he went upstairs for a nap I thought I’d get a break because both dogs usually decide they need a nap too.  Nope, Gavin’s earache had him shaking his head every few minutes, poor boy.  No nap for him and no break for me.

Wanted: new heart smart recipes

 

     I am still experimenting with new recipes.  The Curmudgeon has so far only liked about half of what I’ve tried from the heart healthy cookbooks I bought. 

     Help, I am quickly running out of recipes.  I downloaded another fifteen free cookbooks to my Kindle and only about half of those are heart healthy. 

     Do you have any heart smart recipes you love and men tolerate well?  If so, please post them in my comments section to share with me and other heart patients.

I’m glad you’re okay

     Things were in a bit of an uproar at Chez Doggonedmysteries.  I was very worried about a dear friend of mine who lives in another state.  Between my pacing, dialing her phone, and worrying out loud, The Curmudgeon and the pups knew that Mom was on the edge.

     Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer and I looked up her local PD.  They had four districts and I had no idea what one to contact, but they also had an e-mail address.  I e-mailed them asking them to check on on her welfare.

      To my great relief they did check on her and a nice officer called me to say she was in the hospital, doing well, and should be home soon.

     WHEW! 

What is your passion?

     Everyone has one, two, or more things that they are passionate about.  For me it’s The Curmudgeon, the dogs, writing, and my gardens. 

     I have no idea what I’d do without The Curmudgeon, he’s my life. 

     For over thirty years I ran a small, local Bull Terrier club rescue and I have to say I miss it terribly.  However, I also have to say that I no longer have the energy to do it.  We rescued and placed well over thirty Bull Terriers in happy homes and only ever had one bounce back.  Two of our own dogs were rescue Bullies we didn’t place but kept.  Sadie and who the Curmudgeon fell for like a ton of bricks, and our sweet Patty our last rescue.

     Writing, I try to write every day, even if as of lately it is only blog posts.

   What are you passionate about?

     My gardens, they have suffered the last year with me being so busy at the MIL’s house, and with all the rain we’ve had–too much rain.

Morning? Nope.

 

     I got a call from the place that delivers meats to us.  They wanted to make an appointment to come and take our order. 

     “So, do we set an  appointment for 9 a.m.?”  She asked.

      I laughed.  “I don’t do mornings.”

     “How about 1:00?”

     I laughed again.  “How about Two?  At one I’m barely on my second cup of coffee.  By two I’d be awake enough to do an order.”

     “And can we make it on Monday?”

      “Nope.  Let’s put it off a week.”

      She sighs, “Okay.  How about December 4th?”

     “Perfect.  See you at two then.”

     Wait until she sees the complete change in our order.  I pretty sure there will be some tearing of hair. 

Conversation with the monster under my bed…

     “You’re smaller than I remember.”  I rolled over and leaned down to peer under my bed.

     “You’re much bigger now,”  he said.

     “We’re you always that color?”

     “Nope.  It’s dustier down here.”  He smiled a toothy grin.  “You’re mother and grandmother kept their house cleaner.

     “Yeah, well I never did claim a prize in Better House Keeping.  However, I’m not the worst one around either.”

     “True.  So, what was it you wanted to ask?  I don’t often make an appearance for adults.”  He blinked his big red eyes.

     “I don’t know.  You came to mind tonight for some reason.”

     “I’ve got kids beds to be under.  If you you have nothing important to ask me, I have to go.”

     “Okay, with us moving so much, how did you manage to find us?”

      “That’s easy.  We each have certain bed bottoms as part of our home.  They’re like doors.  You bed bottom was always the same door no matter where you moved.”

      “Wow, how many doors do you have?”

      “I’m not allowed to tell.  Now I have to go.”

When I buy a new car…

     The Curmudgeon says when we sell the MIL’s house I will get a new car.  I’ve always had used cars never a NEW car.  I get to pick any car I want.  I’m not sure if I’ll go for a Smart car, an HHR, or another mini van.

     I do know that when I buy a new car it won’t be silver.  I decided that this morning when I looked out my bedroom window and saw that all but two cars parked on our street were silver.  There wasn’t a single open parking space out there so that’s a lot of silver cars.

     My new car won’t be purple either–I don’t like purple.

     When I buy a new car it will, hopefully, have enough room for a dog crate in the back.  If I buy a van I’ll have them keep the rearmost seat.  I pulled the rearmost seat out of the van I have a long time ago and have no use for one.

     My old van won’t be traded in, it is going to go to the neighbor over at my MIL’s who helped G and I so much with the clearing and cleaning.  She needs a car.  All she’ll have to pay for is the title transfer.

     I wish someone would hurry and buy the house.

     When I buy a new car it’d better last for a long time since it will probably the only new car I buy.

Dang it, where did it go?

     (Thank you for eating my post WordPress.  I shall attempt to recreate it.)

     Life at Chez Doggonedmysteries is very exciting.  The Curmudgeon went to bed around 9 tonight.  The pups dashed to their crates, Gavin barked to have the doors close and covered around 7.  Parrot dogs.

   I am awake and working on a second draft of my post at 3:30 in the morning.  WordPress ate my first draft…wow, high drama.