Best wishes to you and FCD. He will be fine.
Vet appt was a bust. Buddy was too aggressive (scared) for me to get a muzzle on him. The tech went back and got us some sedatives to administer before the next time we try to take him in. Both me and hubs got bitten hands during the process. Poor little fellow. I’m not mad at him but hubs is. I am determined to help him get over his fears.
Home and tried for a nap with no luck.
Happy new week.
Waiter!
I’ll have what he is drinking.
Hey, you go to the ER with a hangnail, they automatically ask you if you have an Advanced Care Directive on file.
The ER also asks you if you are “safe” at home.
That one made me crack up. Understand, I realize there are people who could absolutely benefit from such a lifeline. But from my POV, it just tickled my funnybone.
~VOW
Includes “sentient polar vortex love.”
How many illegal substances were consumed to come up with THAT?
~VOW
Afternoon all. Just checking in because except for picking up the Monday Meal at Jersey Mike’s, the only accomplishment has been 2 hours of nappage. Still ahve hopes of accomplishing something today, but not counting on it.
Butters, wait a minute, you and hubby get bit and you feel bad for the dog?? Hope the sedatives work, if not on Buddy then your husband…
wet one, ah, go ahead and increase your budget by $100,000…gives the bosses something to strip out without hurting your real budget…
Cookie, let me know how the book is (the Irish one, not Tingle’s). There’s many reasons there are a lot of Irish in the Americas (including me on me father’s side).
I eat pastry and like things for breakfast at work.
Working at home, I bought a Kroger cheesecake. The MFer is frozen!
How in the #%^ can I @#%ing eat it?
M…f…s!
dammit.
I consider frozen cheesecake to be especially yum!
Cutting it, therein lies the problem… Next time, I suggest a cheesecake sampler! 
~VOW
metal mouse, my most recent immigrant ancestor to arrive in the US got here around 1846 or 1847, from County Clare. I can only document him by his marriage to a widow in 1847, and his naturalization in 1850. (Patrick was illiterate. His marriage and naturalization certificates were signed with an X.) It must have been weird to marry a Protestant widow and suddenly have use of 600 acres in the wilderness. Hell, you can barely grow potatoes around here.
Mooooom, fingers crossed that FCD’s surgery goes well, and woot! on the new gig VioletEquineFootwear.
And mundane, but honestly hilarious:
My very prim aunt, age 84, had a couple of strokes on February 29 and March 4. It’s been not fun getting her through hospitalization and rehab and back home with full-time assistance, and most of the real stress has fallen on my cousin. Poor cuz was in desperate need of some down time, so I offered to take the weekend shift. No big deal - keep the old lady fed and clean and make sure she takes her medicine, a little daily housekeeping.
So Saturday around lunchtime, I hear an awful racket. Something was beating the hell out of the back of the house. Turned out to be a pileated woodpecker, looking for carpenter bee larvae. Auntie says that happens all the time. I cogitated for a bit, and hit upon a redneck attempt at solving the problem.
My aunt’s best buddy telephoned, so I decided to step out on the porch and try my plan while Irma and Bill were talking. I wasn’t paying attention to their conversation, just doing my thing (suspended a couple of aluminum pie plates to flash and flutter and try to scare off the woodpecker. It worked for a few hours.)
Finished that, and then got a phone call from my aunt’s friend on my cell phone. No big deal, I just figured he wanted to ask if I needed anything, because he’s polite like that.
Turns out that, as Bill and Irma were finishing their call, he asked to speak to me. Her reply? “I can’t call her right now. She’s out hunting peckers.”
O.M.G. Irma!!!
Took Gordie on couple of long walks. Boy’s gonna need some Ben-Gay in the morning.
Tanguray martini, 3 olives.
Of course, you pull the plug, them you plug it back in, and everything is fixed.
But hope it goes smoothly for FCD.
I feel you, Gordie has foot issues, and I have to trim a toenail. Good thing I have a muzzle for him.
Hold the olives, please.
Be polite to your bartender.
:dubious:
boo fae, we’ve been having some intermittent issues with shared files for those irking from home at my irkplace too. The workaround that I use is to send the file is attaching.
{{{buddy boy}}}
Hoping all goes well for you and FCD Moooooom.
peaches, your Irish ancestor arrived about 45 years before yours, but from Cork.
Irked (I’m covered up without much help from the old bat), came home and walked the dog. Sis sent some masks that she made (see the FB post for a modeling).
This next weekend, I need to get stuff dropped off at Goodwill and get the car detailed. Taking a friend to the eye doctor every six weeks has me doing that just to save embarrassment. 
Stay healthy y’all!
We got here around 3. I beat Mom’s computer into submission. We had a nice supper. Early bed time because we have to get up at 4.
Tahred…
Why is it I have more trouble getting onto the MMP than any other thread? Do the tech gods not want me here? sniff, sniff On second thought, the tech gods might see tears as a sign of weakness. shakes fist instead
As usual, I spent part of the day on the phone with my sister. She’s getting differing reports from different medical staff at the hospital. He’s worse! He’s better! He’s the same! And the hospice nurse is, to my surprise, doing little other than talking to the medical staff and occasionally reporting back to my sister. It’s very confusing and frustrating for her.
Then I knocked my last bottle of artificial tears, which I need for severe dry eye, into the toilet. Sure, it’s a clean, flushed toilet, but still. So I had to make a quick trip to the grocery store. (“Quick” is a relative term. It’s still a mile away.) All the checkout lanes had lines, so I got behind a couple with a LOT of groceries, and they waved me ahead of them. So kind!
I washed my shower curtains, reframed and rehung the picture that fell last week plus one other, and made a couple very minor repairs. I have yet to work out.
doggo, I like your taste in martinis. The more olives the better, I say. Only I prefer vodka to gin. When my mother introduced me to martinis, it was with vodka, so I think that’s why. I love a good, dirty vodka martini.
Mooooom, glad you arrived safely. Hope you and FCD get a good night’s sleep ahead of tomorrow’s long day.
Butters, I feel sorry for Buddy, too, though I’m just as sorry you and the hubs got bitten. Sedating Buddy makes sense. I’d think obedience training with a wise trainer could help, if you haven’t already tried that. I know Buddy is probably biting from fear, but obedience training can help dogs trust their owners. Just a thought.
MoonUnit, I had to laugh at the woodpecker story. I hope you find some means of keeping them away.
Butters is Buddy a fearful dog in general or is it the vet/handling that really gets him? I can’t keep track of everyone’s dogs (weird, since that’s usually ALL I can keep track of.) If he’s okay with outings in general, make a point of dropping by the vet for treats on a regular basis. JUST for treats and some attention, nothing scary. To up the ante, use high value treats- stuff he doesn’t normally get and doesn’t get anywhere else. I’m talking lunch meat, cheese, eggs- not your average beggin’ strips or milk bones. If he likes toys, have some of the vet staff play with him a little, too. Make the vet’s office a place where he expects cheese cubes and butt scratches and has lots of friends he knows, not somewhere where something scary happens pretty much 100% of the time he walks through the door. Even if he never loves restraint, it will be easier if he’s not already terrified from the beginning and, when it is time to actually examine him, give shots, do his nails, or whatever, you’ll be able to catch him off guard to put the muzzle on.
BTW, this is super bougie, but you wanna know the BEST dog treat I’ve ever found? The one every dog goes even more nuts over than straight-up meat?
Brie rind. Yes, I’m letting my millennial colors show- I do love brie and also avocados and maybe if I would just quit buying those, I could be typing this from my beach house now, but I just cannot resist my middle-class-fancy cheeses. Anyway, so I love brie, but I don’t love the rind. And since I’m grown and I bought it and I can eat it any way I like, I cut most of the rind off and toss it to the dogs. I don’t think I would do this with the intention of making dog treats (and, in reality, it’s like a 3-times-a-year treat, not a regular habit), but hey… if you happen to already have a brie addiction, it wouldn’t hurt to cut some rind off and save it.
Oh! And another dog hack- I learned this one from one of the best vets I know (who is actually not one I’ve worked with as a tech) and have used it many many many times on many scared dogs. For dogs who hate nail trims, if possible, do it without lifting their paws off the ground. They’re not as pretty and it’s harder to see the quick, so you’ll still want to leave it a little long (it’s all over if you quick them), but it gets the job done if they’re starting to get long enough to become uncomfortable. The thing that really makes dogs panic is being restrained and having their feet lifted/grabbed. If they feel like they’re still in control of their bodies and can walk away, they tend to be a lot happier.
So in other news… here’s a passive-aggressive fantasy game (my favorite kind). My roommate and her boyfriend are in the next room being VERY noisily… amorous. As they have been the past couple nights. I’m considering (that is, pretending to consider) turning my volume way up and BLARING some kind of music to get the point across that the walls are thin and you can hear what’s going on in the next room.
I could go with encouraging- “Let’s Get it On”
Or mood-killer- “Baby Shark” or “Witch Doctor” or “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”
I could go the “Y’all need Jesus” route and play… IDK, “Shine, Jesus, Shine” or “Our God is an Awesome God”
I could go with super on-the-nose with “You Can Be as Loud as the Hell You Want (When You’re Makin’ Love)” from Avenue Q.
Any other ideas?
I think I probably will, in reality, ask her to pick me up a pair of earbuds tomorrow so that I can at least drown the noise out for myself.
Butters, poor Buddy and the folk that were bitten.
I had a truly mean Dalmatian. She had to have a muzzle anytime we had her out in public. Somehow I kept her from getting us sued.
When we took her in to the Vet, she would be muzzled in a hard cage looking thing.
She figured out she couldn’t bite so she would buck and sling her head around. I got whacked many times. As did a few Vet techs. They really hated us.
She had to be fully sedated for nail clipping.
Some dogs just never get it.
It was a struggle.
I hope Buddy fares better.
Nellie, hugs for your sister.
FCD is probably being prepped as I write this. I don’t expect to hear anything till at least 5 tonight. I need to leave my phone by a window - reception sucks here.
Meanwhile, I’ve breakfasted. It was below freezing, so no gardening for some hours yet. Maybe I’ll ask Mom for a haircut now. Gonna be a long day.
We did figure out video chat last night using FB messenger. And daughter said Roxy was distraught because her BeePa wasn’t there. She didn’t care that I was absent… rotten kid.
Well, onward to a day of frettage. Happy Tuesday!!
Appropriate and inappropriate appendages crossed for you, moooom and for FCD. Hope to hear some good news later!
metalmouse, amongst my friends, our illustrious leader (Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, to give him his full moniker) is often referred to as BoJo the Clown because, well…because he is! And technically he’s yours because he was born in New York (and has both US and British citizenship). He has a bunch of far less flattering names too but politeness forbids 
Sorry to hear about the dog woes too, I don’t have dogs but neither of our mogs likes going in the pet carrier either. We have had Ophelia since she was a kitten so the only time she has ever been in a pet carrier and in the car is on her first trip coming home with us, and any subsequent trips to the vet or the cattery. Never anything bad, never anything painful, and she always comes back home. I could understand Shadow not enjoying it, he’s been a stray for some part of his life and acts as though people in general have been unkind to him. We’ve had him for at least ten years and in all that time, he’s had love, fuss, lots of food, treats and toys. But still the same with the carrier and the car.
But I still prefer the cats to a lot of people
Morning all. Fingers crossed for FCD, Moooommm. Everything will go well, I’m sure.
Getting to 68F today with a 20% chance of rain, by Thorsday it’ll be in the 80’s and stay there for the rest of the week. Looks like I can finally turn the heater off, and may need to start the AV up.
Need to go to the License office nearby and get my car tag for 2021. Looks like it is open so I’ll employ some of those masks I got.
So ** peaches**, did you cure the pecker?
flytrap, hope your cheesecake has defrosted by this morning.
Everyone have a good 2-day.
Something very inappropriate, maybe the Osmonds singing “Crazy Horses.”
When we were a very broke newlywed couple, we didn’t qualify for on-post housing, so we lived in a little German apartment. One Saturday morning, Sgt VOW got up with a wild hair and sheer deviousness in his brain. He opened all our windows, cranked up the volume on our little stereo, and played “Snoopy vs the Red Baron.”
I was mortified.
~VOW