Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

This morning Icey was under my daughter’s bed, on her side, unmoving. My husband thought she was dead, and she nearly was. I rushed her to the emergency vet. Temperature was 90 – normal 101. Hematocrit of 4.8%, normal is 35%. Every number in her CBC is FUBAR.

They think she’s developed an autoimmune blood disorder, or she had one that was exacerbated, due to the vaccines she received earlier this month.

The exact same thing happened to my dog in 2007. He fought bravely and lost.

This is making me question the safety and sanity of pet vaccines. I’ve not even brought up the fact that I lost four cats to kidney failure in four years – and there’s a link there, too. So what’s the lesser of two evils?

Spare a thought for a sweet little kitty who likes things tidy and always keeps my elbow warm.

Well, maybe it is, but there’s not much going on lately so I’ll just bore you.

• There’s a huge lice outbreak at the elementary school. Rumor has it that 80 kids have teh boogs. We all hate the nit comb.

• The in-laws made it through Ike okay, although they lost power for over a week.

• I skipped my high school 20th reunion and went hunting instead.

• The mail carrier still sucks. Only both he AND his substitute suck. I just got two things I’d been waiting for in the mail today – one was postmarked 9/26 and one was 10/3.

• I’m really not getting into school like I was before. The class is enjoyable enough, but I just don’t think I’m up for it. I’ll probably take a break for a couple of semesters after this one is over.

And um… really that’s about it. Yay?

1. Be working on a research paper due Monday.

2. Look in the dog kennel. Discover just the cap of what appears to be silicon sealant. Do not find the rest of the tube.

3. Also, while attempting to fix computers seeing each other on the home network, do something to your computer’s permissions that render it basically inoperable.

4. Realize it’s 8:00, the husband’s at the emergency vet with the puppy, the kids haven’t eaten, so call for a pizza. Have them tell you they can’t deliver for an hour.

5. Attempt to repair computer permissions, fail. Have to reinstall the whole bloody mess.

Sorry, there was a typo in my title. BECAUSE THIS IS NOT RELAXING. AT ALL.

The bigger the puppy gets, the bigger the pee trail.

Caroline has this thing about loose teeth. They totally squick her out and she’ll moan and complain about them, but refuses to pull them. When it gets to the point that they’re completely sideways and/or backwards in her mouth, I basically have to tie her up and pull the damned things.

Tonight was one of those nights. Two teachers from her school commented to Hub about how Caroline was grumbling about her tooth, so I coaxed her upstairs and pulled it out – minimum of fuss this time. Then I put the tooth on the kitchen counter and we headed out to dinner.

After we got home, one of the kids sat on a barstool and I heard something fall to the floor. Something little. No synapse fired in my brain to indicate that it might be a tooth. A little later, the puppy was under Hub’s table, apparently chewing on something. Hub couldn’t figure out what it was, and he said (and I quote), “Damn, dog, what the hell are you chewing on? Your own teeth?”

Guess whose teeth he was chewing on. Lucky for us, we found it and didn’t have to write a “Dog ate my homework” excuse for the Tooth Fairy.

Not 5 minutes after I told Varin there was no sign of him, the lizard leapt out majestically from behind the television and landed with a royal plop on the DVD for The King and I – a reptilian Yul Brynner. This time I got smart and grabbed a jar to nab him in. I set him in the grass to do his best rendition of “It’s Not Easy Being Green.”

Here’s some puppy porn for your viewing pleasure.

One minute after taking this picture, the damned thing ran across the floor and up my chair, where it is currently lurking among the recliner parts.

My helpful husband said, “It’s gonna crawl in your butt.”

Tito looks a little alarming when he sleeps sometimes.