Happy Sunday!
Or not
It was 25, feels like 25, degrees at the park this morning.
I took Echo.
Cerby and Ripple had to stay home. Cerby is on strict rest, and we decided Ripple should stay home until after his surgery and recovery. His sore is looking a bit better and I don’t want him bumping it when he’s running around. It still smells, but not as bad as before.
I didn’t go to the park yesterday, so I missed the drama.
Actually, it’s been so long since I’ve gone that the GPG, GrumpyParkGuy, asked about me. It’s nice to be missed I guess, although I think with grumpy people, it’s probably better to fly under the radar.
So Barky/Humpy mom went on the small dog side with the people who go there to avoid her. She actually even said to Rocky mom, I know they won’t be happy about it, but too bad, my girls need somebody to play with.
Everybody left the small side to go back to the big side except one person. Barky/Humpy got her dog cornered and barked in his face, so she grabbed her dog and went on the big side.
Barky/Humpy mom got offended and left.
Later she called me, and I think she was near tears, and now realizes she and her dogs are being ostracized and she needs to do something about her dogs barking.
How much drama and shit could have been avoided if she had listened to me a year ago and done something about it then?
And on a sad note, our Lucy at the park is in bad shape.
The vet gave her a 10% chance of pulling through. Nobody has heard anything yet this morning, and everybody is waiting to see how she did through the night.
Lucy, Lily, and Ripple are the original three that started our morning group.
And, even though there has been no progress, the vet wants to give Lucy another 24 hours to see if she does improve.
I’ve been slothing for more than a few days now. The house is a mess and I don’t even care.
We are getting groceries later today, but that is only because we ran out of cheese. We need that to give the dogs their pills.
Pill pockets stopped irking. I think cheese is losing its power. Peanut butter is always iffy, and I’m afraid to handle it anyway.
Cerby inhales the cheese, but Ripple looks at it, then gives me the eye. Then he sniffs it, and tries to take it from an angle other than I am presenting it.
One can never have too many USB ports.
That is a nice tribute FCD to FIL, FCM
I was on NextDoor for a while but I dropped it because of all the political bullshit.
I want to have fun and relax, not watch people shout at each other.
I get invitations in the mail every now and then, but I really don’t have time for it anyway.
I’m going to have to figure out the logistics of next week, and where I’m going to put everybody.
Adam goes to the vet Moonday, and I need my son to go with me. None of the dogs are used to being left home alone except for the one evening Ripple wanted to stay home. I’d put all of them in daycare, except Cerby is on rest and Ripple has an open wound. Then we have to figure out what to do Firday when Ripple goes in for surgery.
I think there is no choice except to put Cerby in his crate.
Echo can go to daycare, and Ripple can go with us Moonday.
Well, I’ll figure something out.