I swear I’m still alive. Its just been a very busy and messy year so far. Its almost April and we haven’t even sent out the yearly invitations to the family reunion! (oops!) My grandfather died in January and while that was sad, I knew he’d lived a long and productive life. I’ve been busy with classes but that’s not much of an excuse. I was sick quite a bit for a while there. I’ve been working on my photography business (yes business! I’ve currently got two paying gigs lined up in the next month!!) And then on Friday, my dog was sick. My 11 month old Bessie who had puppies on Valentines day. (yes she was too young, I wanted to get her spayed, but we were low on funds when it came time to take her to the vet due to my husband’s job not paying him for almost a month and it was too late by the time we had the money) I planned to take her to our vet on Monday because she had thrown up a couple of times and wasn’t eating much. Saturday night we kept her inside so she could get some rest and when I went to check on her Sunday morning, she was dead. I have no idea what made her so sick that she was gone so fast and I can’t help but blame myself because I feel like I should have known if something was that badly wrong with her, but aside from a worried sick feeling in my stomach, I had no idea. I took her to the vet after the puppies were born. He checked her out, sent her home with some antibiotics and she seemed fine. Its still a shock to me and now I have 8 orphaned babies to watch out for. Thankfully I have 2 adult females who tolerate the babies because they still need someone to show them how to be dogs.
For those of you who have dogs who are like your family (or closer for some of you) you understand what a blow this is I’m sure. It has me off-balance but playing with her little ones has been some of the best medicine. They’re precious and irresistible and I will be keeping at least two of them. We will be setting aside a nice chunk of our tax refund to take care of all the vet bills (spaying, shots, etc) so that I don’t have to worry about this happening again.
Pepper is finally home. The story is that the asshole vet wouldn’t let us take her home on Saturday without payment in full because ten years ago one of his vets killed one of my sister in law’s horses and then my MIL and FIL refused to pay for the malpractice that the idiot committed. He was trying to tube feed a horse and he said the thing wasn’t working but my MIL was standing there telling him that the horse’s stomach was swelling and then the poor animal’s stomach exploded when he kept pumping it full of food. As amazing as this sounds, the vet still wanted to charge my in-laws 650 bucks after all of that. Less than 20 minutes of failed treatment and the vet who did this is still working there now. So when the vet saw our last name he refused to allow us to make payments of any sort even tho it was obviously an unplanned emergency and on top of that he charged us 15 dollars a night until we could afford to bring her home. I couldn’t trust myself to right about this calmly at the time so I just tried to keep in mind that she would be taken care of by proffesionals and it would be better for her to be in their care then in at our house.
Well Jarell brought her home yesterday and she was tottering around as if she hadn’t moved in a week and knowing the bastard vet he probably had her in a cage much too small as further punishment to us. She’s lost a lot of weight- she was 40 when I took her in there and now she’s down to closer to 30 or 35 and skin and bones. Now I know this sounds like I’m over reacting, but this man didn’t know when we were coming in there to pick her up last Saturday and yet when we got there his staff had been instructed to send us to him if we had any questions about payment. When we went to see him he knew the exact amount that was owed to him by my in-laws and told us what it was as if it was somehow our fault. Apparently not too long ago he saw my MIL in a store and harrassed her about how she still owed him money. And I swear to god I would never darken their door again if it weren’t for the fact that Pepper has stitches that need to come out in a week. As it is, I plan to make sure word gets out about this vindictive man and his questionable business ethics. The fact that they refused to see a cat of my sister- in-law’s that had been hit by a car because of who her parents were requiring a trip to their regular vet 40 miles away. The trouble we had. And of course the information about that poor horse.
So now having written all that, I re-hee-heally need to laugh so here you go.
Things heard in our house that sound dirty but actually aren’t
- “Charlie is a little fat titty.” -My 3 y/o nephew describing J11’s kitten
- “Four play works but not for very long.” -J13 talking about getting all 4 controllers to work on the Wii
Things heard in our house that are dirty but just sound weird
- “I would, but I don’t want to put my hands on anything that might be in my mouth later.” -Jarell commenting on my suggestion of strip ping pong. (because of playing with a ping pong ball that kept landing on the floor)
Things heard in our house that are just plain strange
- “I need a good sock to blow my nose on. Cuz they keep in 99.9% of the snot.” -Jarell being manly
And now with that delightful image, I bid you all good night.
Newly painted sewing machine
See this is the sewing machine table. I’m going to attach a shelf just underneath the hole where the old sewing machines would go so that my modern singer can still use the vintage Sears and Roebuck sewing machine cabinet.
The original metal tag
As this is my second post of the day, I’m going to keep it short and sweet, but I wanted to take a moment to send my thoughts out to KathiD who suffered the loss of one of her doggy companions. Being a lover of all things dog I understand what this is like and I still get choked up thinking about my former companions over the years. Stop by and cheer on one of the funniest women in this blogosphere because its our turn to make her smile today.