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I’m gonna have a new what?
The Momma and the Daddy say I am going to have a new sister soon. Nope, not a human bean, another pup like me.
I’m all like, I don’t care, where’s the food? Why did you stop to take a picture? I want FOOD.
What do you mean it’s not dinner time yet? (Sigh) I’ll Wait.
Really? Rice on my nose? How many times do you think I’ll fall for that one?
So, anyway this is my new sister Gemma.
How embarrassing.
Another holy crap day
I wish I could say I got a good night’s sleep but that isn’t true. Seems that Gavin decided to come down with a case of the severe squirts. We’ve since figured out it was The Curmudgeon’s addition of Patty’s NF food to Gavin’s meals that set Gavin’s tummy off into the terrible squirts.
Instead, I stayed up most of the night again. After I finally went to bed and fell asleep, The Curmudgeon went downstairs to find that Gavin had a squirty problem in his crate. Poor pup. Therefore, I was elected to wash the poop covered dog while The Curmudgeon cleaned the crate. I think I got off easy this time.
With me still in my pajamas, the poop covered dog and I climbed into the shower. I washed and rinsed him three times. Afterwards I called the Vet’s office and made an appointment to take him in. We were going to need the big guns to settle his tummy.
Gavin’s heart and lungs are in great shape, his teeth are not, nor are his claws. Yes, he actually let the vet open his mouth and look at his teeth.
Good news, my new Crock Pot arrived yesterday. You all have a good one!
Had great fun at the Conference but didn’t get much sleep!
Yes this was me with my friends. ROFLMAO!
I will write more after I get some sleep. My brain says it either gets a chance to sleep or it will cease to function altogether.
So Long, Fare Well, Auf Weiderschen, Good Bye!
Off to my Conference! I will be back on Monday. Have fun, behave, and be safe.
The Curmudgeon and I are shattered
As a rescue, ten years ago, she came to us with the unlikely name of Cleopatra. A name that, for our rough and tumble breed, was as unsuitable as galoshes on a duck. We quickly changed her name to Patty which later had many variations, the most often used were Patty Cakes and Peppermint Patty.
Her former owner imported her from Rumania and then dumped her on us without a backward glance. I think his wife abused her since Patty was not inclined to make friends with me right away.
Gavin hasn’t realized she is gone yet. He will miss his playmate and couch cuddler.
The Curmudgeon is the most shattered. He was hers. I merely purveyed her meals to her and messed with her ears, claws, and stuff. Yes, she thought of me as slave labor and a pain in the ass. I too will miss our stoic Miss. Mr. Gavin the wuss of the world will, sooner or later, miss her.
Two days to the Conference…
Yes, I am counting. I need this working vacation. Two years with no breaks and I am closing in on owning a private room at the funny farm, the loony bin, the booby hatch, the cuckoos nest–whatever you want to call it.
It’s time to get packing.
You all have a good one!
Do I feel like writing a post tonight?
Hell no.
All I can think about is FOUR DAYS until I leave for the Pennwriters conference.
So here you go, some pictures of the completely weird dandelion I found in the yard the other day.
The Curmudgeon is holding it for me.
Boy, did I get in trouble with the dogs last night…
Sometimes the greatest pleasure is to visit with a dear friend for a while. I went over to G’s last night for a couple of hours. We sat and watched TV, talked, drank some wine, and had a good time.
One of her three cats is my buddy. When I go over there, he’s all over me. Last night he shared a chair with me until I had to kick him off because I got too warm.
Once I went home, I got the canine investigation. Gavin nearly pinned me against the back door sniffing at my pant leg where Smokey had lain alongside me.
“Traitorous Mom. You smell of cat.”
“Yes, G’s cat.”
Patty joined him and continued the investigation.
“Bad Mommy.”
“Yes, I am a bad Mommy. I like Smokey.”
You all have a good one!
Please tell me it’s not time to say goodbye yet
I swear Patty gets older and Gavin gets younger each day. While idiot white dog is prancing about and scolding me for more food all the time, Ms. Patty is off signing up for a SS check or something. She’s slowing down so much it’s as if she were the older dog. Gavin has a couple of years on her.
Like most others who adore their dogs, I find it difficult to watch the aging process on them. I want them to stay around many more years.
Unlike Gavin, Patty’s kidneys aren’t doing all that great. She has some tumors that are beginning to concern us. And this crying in pain off and on brings me to tears. All I can do is make her more comfortable. We are not ready for either of our dogs to leave us yet.
Keep Patty in your hearts and have a good one!
And we have a winner!
I went to the liquor store yesterday and gave the clerks there a great amount of amusement for their afternoon. I explained to one clerk that I was looking for a couple of ‘writerly’ wines to take to my writer’s conference. He quickly got into the spirit of things and gathered a couple of other clerks to the task.
I gave them two rules. 1. The wines couldn’t be too pricey 2. They had to make me laugh
I had no idea how many wine names could make me giggle.
As G and I wandered about the store a voice would pipe up often with the name of a wine. I would reply with a ‘no’ or a ‘hold onto that one.’ Other customers were giving strange looks to the clerks, G, and me but we were having fun.
In the end I came home with two bottles that to me were the perfect winners.
Bottle #1 Irony
Bottle #2 Once Upon a Vine
Remind me to put a corkscrew on my packing list.
Dietary endeavors *Giggle*
I am starting to have one or two dinners a week meatless. This is strictly for me. I’d have The Curmudgeon do it too but he refuses to. “No meat? No way!”
I can’t force him to change his diet. I have asked him to, but he won’t do it. I can’t even get him to cut back on his use of salt. Even with proof that less salt is better for him with his MS. At least he’s not fighting me so much on more fish and chicken and less red meats.
I am looking forward to four days of no cooking and no doing dishes. I’ve even been sneaking peaks at the menus of the three restaurants in the hotel. I will be indulging myself shamelessly.
More rain around here is making it impossible to get a few things finished before I leave. I guess the chores can wait until I get home.
If it will stop raining long enough I might get to enjoy my lilacs before they are gone.
Making a list and checking it twice…and other things
I’m one of those people who will always forget something when packing. Therefore I make a list of what to pack, pack it, and then take the list with me so when I pack to come home I can use my list again. Still, I have been known to forget things.
Patty seems to be recovering from whatever had her under the weather. She’s back to doing her ‘stick ’em ups’ so I’m thinking we’re good.
The Curmudgeon’s ribs are still giving him fits but he has about four more weeks or so of misery to go before they heal.
Gavin and I are hanging in there. We always do.
I wish a miracle would happen during my conference and my yard would have no pond, be mowed, and ready for a patio or two. Coming home to having the indoor painting done would also be a thrill. Yeah, I know, not going to happen. However, no one ever said I couldn’t dream.
You all have a good one!
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