It's a bubble wrap kinda day
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cornerofmadnessFirst I took Kanda and tried to take Schrodinger to the vet. One neighbor sees me box up Dingy (who freaked more than any animal I've seen outside of wild ones about this). He says one of our neighbors claimed it. Sure enough the guy does have a cat bed and a feeder on the porch.I tell him it's not good for an animal to be out in 20 degree weather (because it's FINALLY the weather it should be) and that it could be very bad for the kitten to be outside. He said he'd talk to him and I let Dingy go.
Now I have NO idea how Kanda knew I was taking him anywhere.I got up, put on make up, did my hair and dressed like always. Made my tea got my diabetic shake and took one look at him and he was GONE. Don't tell me pets aren't psychic because I'm calling bullshit on that. I did nothing different that I do any other morning. He went under the goddamn couch. Now he's in the back of it but you can't flip my couch forward b ut it tips over backwards easily. So I do that but he's firmly grasping the carpet. Kanda is 19 inches long (and the vet weighed fatty out at 15.6 pounds) so I can't hold up the couch and get him. So I squat down (Have I mentioned I have arthritis in both ankles, both knees and lower back?) and put the couch ON my back and drag his ass out (thank god I have a cheap as shit, lightweight couch).
We get to the vet a little late and a pitbull puppy named Buster wants to BE MY FRIEND in the worst way. I kept hearing birds trilling then I realized it was the puppy. He was making bird noises. Then the vet's Jenny started LOUDLY telling us the story of how hungry she was. Meanwhile I'm trying to read because the vet is delayed by a dog who had an ear infection and needed hair removed from said ear and I start thinking about ELD. Sure enough out bounces a Schnauser who runs not to his person but to ME and flings himself on me. He also has a skin condition from a flea allergy so he's kinda smelly but dammit I'm going to LOVE HIM or else.
I go in for my appt and the vet says she would have taken the kitten. I tell her I think Kanda has tumors, probably lipomas, since they're movable and not fixed (cancer is often a hard, immovable tumor) and that he has a hernia.I have always been good at diagnosis. I missed my calling.I should have been House (only more accurate and costing the hospital less). She doesn't really believe me until she starts feeling him up.Her eyes open wide. He does have a hernia (closed so she's not worried.I just need to keep an eye on it) and he does have benign tumors, probably lipomas. We also talking about a new flea med (he might barf, whee) and me sending her students to shadow and the fact we have changed our programs so students don't have to go to OU to get classes they need for vet school.
On my way out, I meet Fritz who is GORGEOUS. I want him. He looks like a cross between a husky and a german shepard. He has a husky face/body, dark grey/black/white husky fur streaked with brown, brown on his face, a racoon tail and flopped ears. He wanted to play with Kanda so bad, kow towing ot the cage and Kanda was just watching.
I go to the office, my arms killing me from lifting the couch and carrying Kanda. I DO put in for my promotion. Wish me luck.
I talk to the neighbor when I'm home. Only one of the two was home. They thought the vet and shelters would kill Dingy which is why they're caring for (the shelters would). I tell him the vet wants to place the kitten and the guy who bought all this stuff is ALLERGIC, badly.He can't take Dingy in.I tried to talk to him later but he wasn't there. I may run Dingy to the vet after all.
I did manage to get the laundry down without hurting myself and picked up chile rellenos for dinner (Yum) but my whole living room is trashed by moving the couch.I ignore that to wrap more presents and I paper cut the entire tip of my pinkie finger so it's gaped open like a fish.
Then I reheat some tea and slam the microwave door into my wrist PIERCING it with the prongs. Thank god those are plastic these days and it didn't penetrate too far because it was literally right over my radial artery (where you take the pulse). That was nearly blood everywhere and stitches. (also I do not know how the hell I shut the door on my own hand)
then I made the bed and got in the shower only to discover something just bit me (and I'm hoping to hell it's NOT in my bed) I have three bites (complete with fang holes) on my other wrist right where the piercing is on the other.
Time to sit quietly.
and I want to go here so bad The Green Dragon Pub
Now I have NO idea how Kanda knew I was taking him anywhere.I got up, put on make up, did my hair and dressed like always. Made my tea got my diabetic shake and took one look at him and he was GONE. Don't tell me pets aren't psychic because I'm calling bullshit on that. I did nothing different that I do any other morning. He went under the goddamn couch. Now he's in the back of it but you can't flip my couch forward b ut it tips over backwards easily. So I do that but he's firmly grasping the carpet. Kanda is 19 inches long (and the vet weighed fatty out at 15.6 pounds) so I can't hold up the couch and get him. So I squat down (Have I mentioned I have arthritis in both ankles, both knees and lower back?) and put the couch ON my back and drag his ass out (thank god I have a cheap as shit, lightweight couch).
We get to the vet a little late and a pitbull puppy named Buster wants to BE MY FRIEND in the worst way. I kept hearing birds trilling then I realized it was the puppy. He was making bird noises. Then the vet's Jenny started LOUDLY telling us the story of how hungry she was. Meanwhile I'm trying to read because the vet is delayed by a dog who had an ear infection and needed hair removed from said ear and I start thinking about ELD. Sure enough out bounces a Schnauser who runs not to his person but to ME and flings himself on me. He also has a skin condition from a flea allergy so he's kinda smelly but dammit I'm going to LOVE HIM or else.
I go in for my appt and the vet says she would have taken the kitten. I tell her I think Kanda has tumors, probably lipomas, since they're movable and not fixed (cancer is often a hard, immovable tumor) and that he has a hernia.I have always been good at diagnosis. I missed my calling.I should have been House (only more accurate and costing the hospital less). She doesn't really believe me until she starts feeling him up.Her eyes open wide. He does have a hernia (closed so she's not worried.I just need to keep an eye on it) and he does have benign tumors, probably lipomas. We also talking about a new flea med (he might barf, whee) and me sending her students to shadow and the fact we have changed our programs so students don't have to go to OU to get classes they need for vet school.
On my way out, I meet Fritz who is GORGEOUS. I want him. He looks like a cross between a husky and a german shepard. He has a husky face/body, dark grey/black/white husky fur streaked with brown, brown on his face, a racoon tail and flopped ears. He wanted to play with Kanda so bad, kow towing ot the cage and Kanda was just watching.
I go to the office, my arms killing me from lifting the couch and carrying Kanda. I DO put in for my promotion. Wish me luck.
I talk to the neighbor when I'm home. Only one of the two was home. They thought the vet and shelters would kill Dingy which is why they're caring for (the shelters would). I tell him the vet wants to place the kitten and the guy who bought all this stuff is ALLERGIC, badly.He can't take Dingy in.I tried to talk to him later but he wasn't there. I may run Dingy to the vet after all.
I did manage to get the laundry down without hurting myself and picked up chile rellenos for dinner (Yum) but my whole living room is trashed by moving the couch.I ignore that to wrap more presents and I paper cut the entire tip of my pinkie finger so it's gaped open like a fish.
Then I reheat some tea and slam the microwave door into my wrist PIERCING it with the prongs. Thank god those are plastic these days and it didn't penetrate too far because it was literally right over my radial artery (where you take the pulse). That was nearly blood everywhere and stitches. (also I do not know how the hell I shut the door on my own hand)
then I made the bed and got in the shower only to discover something just bit me (and I'm hoping to hell it's NOT in my bed) I have three bites (complete with fang holes) on my other wrist right where the piercing is on the other.
Time to sit quietly.
and I want to go here so bad The Green Dragon Pub
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Date: 2012-12-12 03:40 am (UTC)It's nice to know the neighbors are trying to help Dingy, but yeah, at least get him fixed, and somewhere he can actually go inside. Poor little guy. And how sweet, the guy who tries to adopt him is allergic. *sigh*
How is it you try to inadvertently commit suicide on a semi-regular basis? How?
Additionally, PUPPIES ARE WONDERFUL. Just a reminder. And of course the Schnauzer wants you to love him. Mine are the only ones who are standoffish.
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Date: 2012-12-12 04:13 am (UTC)I wish he could take him inside. This neighbor is pretty young too, in his 20s. He's trying I'll see what he wants to do with Dingy
I have NO idea. The impaled wrist is so swollen
puppies are too much work and most Schnauzers I've met are kinda mean. THis dude was friendly, smelled a lot like Dodger though
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Date: 2012-12-12 04:55 am (UTC)Oh, geeze.
You did say my Schnauzers were some of the nicest you'd ever met. I've never met any who weren't crazy and relatively friendly, peresonally. Dodger, I found out, had a yeast infection in her skin, which was why she smelled like that.
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Date: 2012-12-12 05:38 am (UTC)They were. They were the only ones who didn't try to bite me.Most have
this schnauser did have a skin infection.you could see it
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Date: 2012-12-12 02:39 pm (UTC)I've been bit by a border collie and threatened by a pit bull type once. I think that's pretty much it (well, okay, struck by snakes twice).
*nod* You mentioned. Pewter had a yeast infection last time we went to the vet, and was on meds for it.
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Date: 2012-12-12 04:16 pm (UTC)hmmm border collie maybe that's what was in fritz and not GSD. Little dogs, I have issues with little dogs, mini schnausers, poodles, chihuahuas etc they all bark and snip.
poor Pewter
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Date: 2012-12-12 04:58 pm (UTC)Dog was a biter. I was not the first nor the last person he bit. He actually looked a lot like the BC that looked wolfie.
I don't like pugs, at all, or Yorkies in general. Though I've met some cool Yorkies.
She's better now, except for the brain worm.
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Date: 2012-12-12 06:37 pm (UTC)I have yet to meet a cool Yorkie
poor brain worm
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Date: 2012-12-13 03:32 am (UTC)Kisha was. She was smart, and not spoiled, and acted like a real dog, and listened when she was told to do something.
Yup
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Date: 2012-12-13 03:36 am (UTC)Kisha sounds like a good dog
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Date: 2012-12-13 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-13 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-12 04:40 am (UTC)OWW to the bites/microwave biting you... Ack! BITES FROM A THING WITH FANGS!!!
I will be showering tonight... and never again in the morning. At least not before coffee/food. I cut BEHIND my armpit with a triple blade razor. I then sliced open my right ring finger using scissors to open my box of flannel bloomers. (Well, 2 for me and 2 for Colleen. :)
I did not bleed on the bloomers. Lolita is hard core.
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Date: 2012-12-12 05:44 am (UTC)And you're doing just as well. At least you didn't bleed on the bloomers
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Date: 2012-12-12 01:10 pm (UTC)I hope things work out for poor little Dingy. The strays in your area need a break.
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Date: 2012-12-12 04:18 pm (UTC)They do. I need to go over there shortly and talk to him