Happy Hump Day!
Beautiful weather at the park this morning. Bright, N.O.S. and in the high 50s.
I went on the small side with Petey, Rocky, and Allie, but then Barky and Humpy came so I went on the big side with them. I don’t know why they came; I told their mom I was leaving early.
We stopped at the credit union on the way home to deposit my son’s check.
Very cool, you pull up to the ATM and push a button and a teller appears on the screen and she walked us through the steps. No deposit slips, nothing.
I wasted the morning after that. I fed and pilled the dogs, ate some breakfast, and fell asleep until 1.
Ripple had a rough night. I opened my bedroom window for him as he doesn’t like the heat. He had trouble getting on the bed, and he woke me when he got off because he fell. He also woke me a few times when he was moving around. He was laying on the hardwood instead of the carpet and I think he was having trouble getting up.
He has trouble getting into and out of the truck, I think about buying a ramp, but I know he probably won’t use it.
That said, he got excited when the mail man came today and ran to get the mail and bring it to me. He demanded two treats for the mail too. That is his normal.
I need to pay some bills and my brain isn’t functioning well enough to deal with it.
Many years ago, when I found out I am allergic to codiene, along with the itching, feeling that bugs were crawling all over me, and other physical issues, one side effect was it turned me into a raging bitch.
I went to a store and the cashier had the nerve to tell me to have a nice day.
I came back with, Don’t Fucking Tell Me What Kind of Day to Have!
Then I saw the hurt on his face and apologized. I also yelled at my friend’s husband for answering the phone just to tell me she wasn’t home, because I didn’t want to talk to him so why the fuck did he answer the phone? This was before Caller ID, he was just supposed to know.
It finally dawned on me that I might have a problem when I was sitting at work contemplating how to kill all of my co-workers for breathing too loud.
I’m sorry to hear about poor {{{Taz}}}, FCM
Mackie had a few seizures in his old age. We took him to the emergency clinic and they said it can happen with age. Nothing to do about it at that age, also not to worry about it.
So much work to have a boat, I know I couldn’t do it unless I had the money to pay somebody else to do it.
Very pretty Hippie
I admire anybody who has the patience for that.
JtC, when I was married, I used to say a tired husband is a good husband. I got a lazy husband, but a friend got a cheater. I said if you make him work hard enough, he’ll be too tired to cheat.
I hope you get some new clients, if you want them.
Don’t you want a goat for real? Then you would have goat’s milk to make your cheese!
I had a friend who worked on a goat farm, although they made soap instead of cheese. Less government interference that way.
My floozying was always on the ground, in the woods. Different kinds of pokey things. Pine needles are the worst. Take a blanket, and mosquito repellent. While not my experience, don’t lay in the poison ivy.
Also, never kiss your goats on the lips after they’ve been eating poison ivy.
Not my experience either, I’ve never wanted to kiss a goat on the lips.
Thank you VanGo
I would have happily given him to you. You read enough about him to know what you would have been getting into. I got another short video today telling me that Serby is the most stubborn dog he has ever dealt with.
I can handle stubbornness, that is a Shar Pei trait. Everything is on their terms, but I can relate.
Rocky, Cerby was short for Cerberlicious. Although my niece put Cerberus in his file at the vet. Her two younger boys named him.
I guess I should get back to trying to get something done.
At least the dishes are done, I can start a load of laundry. Since cleaning out the fridge and freezer, I should go through the pantry. My son always puts stuff away willy-nilly and then I can’t find anything.