Trauma and Drama in Puppyland

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Hey y’all! I just woke up from a nap. I needed one. ACBG AKA the Big Grouch, had his procedure done this morning. He was all groggy and grouchy when he woke up. They let me sit with him til they came and wheeled him out to get his procedure done then they called me back when it was done to sit with him til he got all woked up and ungroggy enough to go home. Hee! The first thing he said when he opened his eyes was: “I wish to hell they’d get this damn thing over with. I’m hungry.” I told him it was all over. He proceeded to argue with me. He was convinced he was still waiting to get it done. I suggested he take a look in the area of his body where the procedure was being done. He looked. “Oh! I’ll be damned, when’d they do it?” Then he got all grouchy about wanting some food. Just on and on and on. “I hope you got something I can eat. If you don’t we’re gonna have to go get something to eat cause I’m hungry dammit!” I think I have mentioned before that he is not a very pleasant patient. So, when it was decided he could leave, the nurse was going over some instructions with me cause he was still kinda groggy. He got a little upset at that cause he thought the nurse should be telling him. I said, “Ok then, what did she just say.” He replied: "Ummm… " “Alright then, shutup,” I said. The Big Grouch! I got him fed though and home and put to bed then I took me a little nap. I just walked into the bedroom and he’s snorin’ up a storm. He can eat what he feels like eating except fried foods were not advised for today. Something about the anaesthesia and after effects. So, I’m gonna grill some steak and slice it up and put it on a caesar salad. He likes that and said he wanted it. Ever had to help a grown man go poop? I could go the rest of my life without having that experience ever again! Bless his heart, he can’t help it. He’s kinda sore. Maybe he’ll snooze another couple hours. He’s got some stuff for pain that oughta knock him out too. That’s the kinda nurse I am. “Here, take this and go back to sleep.” It’s almost like having a tranquilizer gun! :smiley:

chaoticdonkey maybe what you need is somebody to help you adjust the butt straps on your jock. It should be somebody you know. Asking random strangers to do it for you is not generally advised.

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Swampy, I’m glad ACBG is doing fine, even if he is grumpy. At least he didn’t come out of anesthesia barfing his guts out. That’s what happens to me, even with the anti-nausea medication. What’s worse is having day surgery, waking up barfing, being given one of those STOOPIT kidney shaped dishes to take in the car with you (in CASE you barf, which I did, every 5 flipping seconds), being driven home 20 miles, still puking and groggy, and walking in the house to the aroma of brownies cooking. I never thought something that I generally like would make me feel ever so much worse.

Your planned dinner sounds very nice and scrumptious!

Plans for this evening consist of stopping at the grocery store to buy needed food, soda, water and ice for our camping trip. Then, going home, packing for said camping trip, taking the dog to Grandma’s house, coming back home, packing some more, eat dinner, and fall into bed. Wake up early tomorrow, finish packing the perishable food, finish loading up the vehicles and drive four and one half hours to our camping destination.

So, that being said, I’ll be MMP-less starting tomorrow. If I don’t get to log back on between now and the time I leave, everybody have a great weekend!

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It’s gotta be a Cairn thing - my MIL was telling a story about Abby barking at my BIL’s pants on a chair. I guess it looked threatening. Then today, she whazzed out when it started raining. We’ve got the remnants of an exhaust fan in the kitchen - it doesn’t work, but the shell is still in place, and it extends to the roof. So when the rain started, the drops were hammering on the vent cover and Abby was sure aliens were attacking. And once Abby started barking, so did Bernie. It was great fun. Now they’re both crashed on the floor.

Hey, Rue, didn’t I tell you in last week’s MMP that you’d be seeing Dennis on Wednesday? Didn’t I?? That’s proof that you should listen to me. Just so’s you know. :smiley:

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The bad news is they called of the shuttle launch. The good news is they aren’t going to try again until Monday and I will be over at the beach!! Whoot! Picture Tupug in her kini lounging on her beach chair next to the surf with a sea breeze in her hair and an icy cocktail in her hand. Oh, look, there goes the shuttle RIGHT there! :smiley:

swampy, glad ACBG is doing fine. When he comes to his senses, he will realize how nice you were and make it up to you. :smiley:

Taters, I get the barfs after general anesthesia, too. Having a spinal for two C-sections was definitely preferable.

draelin, sounds like a definite case of resin brain. A good mind bleach should take care of that. :wink:

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Taters have fun on the camping trip! I want to go to eastern Washington one day. Actually I just wanna go to Walla Walla because I think the name is funny. We have a TyTy, GA which is funny too. It’s about 38 miles from here and sometime I go through TyTy. A couple of times I stopped at the little convenience store there to pee and buy a bottle of water.

[del]The old grouch[/del] ACBG got fed, medicated and put back to bed. He’s suckin’ the paint off the wall with his snoring as I post. He hugged and kissed me and thanked me for being so sweet and taking care of him today. AWWWWWW The ol’ critter gets mushy like that sometimes. And he knows me too well at times. When I was giving him his knock out pill he said, “It’s almost as good as a tranquilizer gun ain’t it?” :smiley:

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Just a quick post before I head to the store to load up for the camping trip. I was going to stop on the way home, but I am most definitely wearing the wrong shoes for shopping. I dressed nicely for work today, along with thin little strappy high heel slides. They become slightly uncomfortable after walking in them for long periods of time.

Temps are predicted to be in the 90’s over where we plan to camp, so things will be a little warm. Seeing as how we’re tenting it, there will be no AC to help cool us down.

**Swampy, ** Walla Walla, is um, interesting if you like prisons. Actually, it’s been many years since I’ve been through there, so it’s probably alright. In addition, Walla Walla is the home of the Walla Walla Sweet Onion. It’s pretty good onion. One of the nice things about traveling through Eastern Washington is the fifty bazillion fruit stands selling fresh fruit. I’m hoping we can stop at one of them and get some fresh cherries or maybe some nectarines.

For those of you who are interested, (and I’m sure you ARE, because I lead such a dazzling, exciting life) this is where we are going:Sunbanks Resort

We’ll be approximately 4 miles from Grand Coulee Dam which puts on a laser show in the evenings. We’re thinking of going to that too.

Well, off to the store now.

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Well there I was, all ready to hit submit, and…there went the power.

Really, my power never goes out. On the rare occasions when it does, it’s out for a few minutes and then back on. Not this time. It was over an hour. Small potatoes, I know, but still annoying. I read Harry Potter by candlelight and debated whether to call someone at work to call me in the morning in case I overslept because I’m really tired and the power was still out. I was just thinking about calling it a night when the power came back on.

My post was incredibly witty and fascinating, of course. And now it’s lost.

OK - let’s get real. It was something to the tune of:

Glad ACBG is OK, swampy.
Humorous remark about tranquilizer guns.
Have a fun vacation, Taters.
Nothing about general anesthesia, because the one time I had it, I didn’t even really notice any after effects.
Are chaoticdonkey and swampy competing for a TMI prize? (No, I don’t want an answer.)

You can fill in the witty parts and personalized greetings I’ve forgotten.

I’m still tired from working too many hours the past couple weeks. It’s not much better this week, but I’m hoping it will get there.

Off to beddy-bye.

GT

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Yeesh! Just got back from the store. Why is it that one somehow spends more money purchasing food for a camping trip, than if one is purchasing “regular” groceries for consumption at home?

I thought I was buying cheap: Hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, condiments, soda, beer (only Bud), grapes, apples, paper plates, plasticware, charcoal, batteries, chips, crackers, eggs, stuff like that. The only stuff I purchased that wasn’t for the camping trip was cat food, dog food, and a pizza for tonight. And…when the hell did ice become so expensive? Ten bucks for six bags of ice?! That’s ridiculous!

Have made my lists broken down by stuff to put in the cooler; non-cooler type food and plates, plasticware (in bins); tent, sleeping bags, air mattresses, camp stove, camp coffee pot, propane for campstove, charcoal, baby BBQ; clothes, toiletries. I check the items off as they are packed in the car.

The cooler will be packed tomorrow morning and loaded last.

The hubby is out on the boat with a friend, still playing. Somehow, I always end up packing the stuff up.

Ah well, it’ll be worth it.

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I totally understand this. My cats play with their little furry toys, but Tansy’s favorite toy is a piece of tape and Violet’s is a foot long piece of ribbon she carries around. In fact, she loves it so much that I think that if there were ever a fire, Violet would take the ribbon and leave the rest of us to roast. Tansy would save me because I’m the only one who can get more tape from the dispenser for her.

Swampy, I’ve decided that ACBG had an elective appendectomy because I’m going crazy not knowing what the procedure was and so I’m making something up.

Y’know what’s even better than kitties snuggling you in hot weather Lissla? It’s all the fur they leave behind that gets stuck on your legs with sweat.

So it’s 113 degrees today and I’m baking bread. I figured it’s better to make bread and heat up the apartment for a while, than have to go out into that 113 degrees of humidity.

And I’m ticked off that the tree guys chopped the tree by my balcony. They just lop branches off at whatever height they decide, no real pruning, no treating the big cuts, nothin’. After a year of growing it was just starting to look normal and cover up the raw branches sticking out of the top. Poopy heads. Do it right or not at all!

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swampy: I’ll let you try to adjust them, but I think that it wouldn’t work, still. Maybe I just do have a non-standard ass, and will never be able to wear jockstraps for no reason besides the false assumption that if I like them on other men, then I must look totally hot in them. And dinner looked delicious tonight, at least as well as I could tell through my binoculars.

gardentraveler: A TMI contest? Well, we’re talking about underwear and an undisclosed type of surgery. Neither are particularly TMI. (besides, I’ve already won the TMI award. swampy says so.)

Ashes[sup]2[/sup] (how can everyone stand all that coding?): It’s a balloonectomy. They put you under, and then wake you back up, and give you a balloon, and you get ice cream. That’s what kind of surgery it was.

Sidenotes that don’t relate to what anyone said:
I got to play tub drain doctor, because it drained slowly, I think mainly because there are 3 people using it, 2 of which have long hair, and the other one that just has a lot of hair. Or it could be that apricot scrub that I’ve been using for 3+ years.

The poundage continues to decrease, somehow. I’m down to an undisclosed amount of weight, but we’ll put it this way: I’ve lost about 45 lbs in the last 9 months or so, and I started at 273. My 14-year-old brother, who’s quite a bit shorter than me, is at the 180 mark, so I started a weight-loss competition with him tonight. It’s going to be so awesome, because he’s going to lose. I’m competitive like that.

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Intellectual Husband just called from Minnesota! He’s camp counselling. He’s brave- I wouldn’t camp counsel for any money. And he’s getting married in one month exactly! I’m so excited.

I have to decide on a wedding present. Books? Fun china? Nothing too expensive, but something cool. They’re coming to Toronto next fall for school, so maybe a nice set of sled dogs? And a canoe. And some maple syrup.

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Stupid old watermelon! All I did was hack him to pieces and he had to go spilling juice all over the floor. I’ve mopped four times and still it’s ever so slightly sticky. I’m like a vegetarian Lady MacBeth.

It must have been a very special balloonectomy CD, because those are awful funny lookin’ balloons. I need to lose ten pounds and since you’re so good at it, you do it for me, okay? I’ll give you a nickel!

The last wedding present I bought was one of those fire bowl thingies, but that might be down a bit on their list of ‘Things we actually need’. How about a photo album or frames, Lissla? I dunno how cool that is, though. Better go with the sled dogs. Don’t forget to buy enough of those little booties they wear sometimes.

It’s it’s two thirty in the morning. Why am I still awake?

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Howdy y’all! I’m posting this from home. That’s right. I’m off again today. Today is new heat pump day. The heat pump installin’ folks should be here around 8:30. They say they’ll be finished in two to three hours. We shall see. Then I get to fork over $3200. Oh well, at least I’ll have the right size heat pump for my house. That’s a good thing. ACBG is decidedly less grouchy today. I took him to his house about half an hour ago. Since I will be a/c less for some amount of time I felt it was best cause he’s still mending and all. I know all he’ll do is lie around and stuff. How do I know? Well, see, he’s not supposed to drive until he goes back to see the doctor tomorrow afternoon. Since he chose to drive his car out to my house Tuesday night, I have his car. So, he can’t go anywhere. Course he took another knock out pill just before we left to take him home so he’s probably pulling the drapes off the windows with his snoring right now. The man can snore. Just for the record, he had a procedure done that polite folks generally do not go around speaking of. Nuttin’ super serious, it just needed taking care of. The no driving thing is due partly to the knock out pills for pain if he needs em and so as to not put pressure on the place where the incision was made for a few days. He’ll probably be told it’s ok to drive when he sees the doc tomorrow.

chaoticdonkey dinner was delicious. Maybe next time I make grilled chicken caesar salads I’ll leave a plate in the bushes. Would you like that?

I hear a truck pulling up in my driveway! Yay, it’s heat pump installin’ guys!

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I don’t think it’s a Cairn thing so much as a general terrier thing.

If something is spooky, you should bark at it. Maybe it’ll run away. If it does run away, you can chase it. If you chase something, odds are good you can catch it. If you catch something you are chasing, by rights you can bite it. If you bite something, you can kill it. Ergo: you can kill spooky things.

Terriers aren’t smart, but they are hopeful.

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And even better is that since they’re sitting on your bare legs, when they do that cute kneading thing, their claws go right into your skin. My legs are covered with little red marks due to this effect. :eek:

I hope your bread-baking went better than mine and there were no burned toes in the process. It’s been a week, and my poor little toe is still all sore. :frowning: (Although I’ve been eating the bread and it might just be worth the discomfort. Toasted homemade whole wheat bread + peanut butter is GOOD! Or a bacon sandwich for breakfast… MMMMMM.)

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Today is going to really drag on. My team leader is on vacation and I’ve got nothing to do at work. I already did all my filing and billing prep. Tomorrow I start my vacation but won’t be going over to the beach till Sunday. So I’m gonna be sitting around here today just watching the clock.

swampy, at least you can lounge in the pool and watch the heat pump installers. That should be entertaining.

rue, I think maybe that philosophy extends to other small doggies like chihuahuas and pugs. Number 3 dog thinks it is her prime directive to stand guard whilst we humans are eating. Anything she sees moving out the front sidelight evokes a very loud cacaphony of doggie spanish. They aren’t called Mexican Noisemakers for nuttin. :rolleyes: Number two dog must run off all overhead jets, planes and helicopters from the backyard. You never know when one of them could crash right into your roof, right? I won’t even go into what happens to vagrant squirrels, cats and possums.

ashes, next time cut ol stoopit watermellon in the bathtub. Save your elbow grease for more rewarding pursuits.

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I feel your pain. A year ago, there were three different people doing all the stuff I do on a daily basis–and they must have ben the most incompetent motherf***ers on the face of the earth, because I very often find myself just waiting for it to be over, with absolutely nothing left to do.

What truly pisses me off is that all I want to do is sit down and reread Order of the Phoenix before Saturday morning, and I’m going to spend at least three hours today trying to look busy when I could be reading. le sigh I’m thinking of faking appendicitis around lunchtime and taking the rest of the day off. :wink:

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The heat pump installin’ guys are installin’ away. I guess. It’s overcast today and a breeze is blowing so it’s at least tolerable to be a/c less. Plus the floor fans and ceiling fans help. Two of em are cute. The other one is ok. I was just told they’d have it all ready by around noon cause apparently all the existing ductwork and such can be used.

I got an early bday card. My bday is two weeks from tomorrow for those who still need to rush out and buy presents. The card has a picture of a little boy picking his nose on the front of it. It says “Birthdays are like boogers. The more you have the harder it is to breathe.”
BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!

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Wooooo! Congratulations! Keep up the good work!
How’re you doing it? Exercise, diet, both? Inquiring fat-but-continuing-to-shed-pounds people want to know. :smiley:

Rue, I once saw a doggy-IQ test that had a bit where they threw a blanket on the dog and how long the dog took to get out from under the blanket would indicate the dog’s IQ, or something.
We decided our Husky would do well, because he’d just attack the blanket, assuming that someone gave it to him to play with.
Our Greyhound, on the other paw, would fail, because he’d decide “Oh, there’s a blanket over me, must be naptime,” roll over, go to sleep and pretty much never come out.
Sounds like Brody would do well on that test, but I don’t think the blanket would survive the encounter.

Oooo, Brody sounds like a guy we used to have in our gaming group when I still did RPGing. He had a motto: “If it moves, kill it. If it doesn’t move, break it. If it’s broken, laugh at it.” He eventually got on the wrong side of a high-powered wizard / vampire and took a zap of lightning to the nads. However, I sincerely doubt Brody would have THAT problem.

However, I do believe CurrentDog (Kai) would just love to meet and play with Brody. Kai’s favorite game is Run So I Can Chase You, And Then We’ll Turn Around And You Can Chase Me, And…Um…Who’s Chasing Who? Oh Well, Let’s BOTH Run Around Like Maniacs And Drive The Humans NUTS.

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Okay, I’m up, but nobody else is. I’m just packing away here, all by my lonesome. I told everybody to get up, but they haven’t done so.

The tent, bags, campstove, BBQ, water jug, charcoal, air mattresses, etc are in the Explorer. I’ve just filled the cooler and it and the dry food bins are ready to go to the car. Just need to throw our clothes in a bag (I pulled them out last night), throw them in the rig, take a shower and I’m ready to go. The rest of them? Well, they’re still SLEEPING. Arrgh.

We still need to drop our dog off at MIL’s too.

Well, I’m gonna go light a fire under some peoples hiney’s now.

Have a good weekend all!