January 5th, 2009

In which we’ll miss the little poodlet.
G’ma had to have Chipper, her poodle mix, put down last Wednesday.

He’d gotten despondent and the vet had put him on meds for diabetes; G’ma and my brother took turns sticking him with a needle twice a day. A week later he was vomiting repeatedly and was one morning [...]

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April 21st, 2008

In which I’m waiting for the results of the blood work.
Bindu has a heart murmur for which she may or may not need meds. She does not have ear mites, but she did get her ears cleaned. She’s obese – she weighs 36.1 pounds, up from 29.8 six months ago – and has to lose [...]

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June 12th, 2007

In which we visit the Vet, who Pokes Dogs With Sharp Things.
Bindu had a 10:30 appointment at the vet clinic this morning, where they poked her with sharp things.
That’s what they do at the vet, you see: poke poor, innocent dogs with sharp things.
Of course, I’ve seen this dog smack herself in the head – [...]

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April 21st, 2007

In which I love my dog so much omg it hurts.
I’ll tell you what’s better than a puppy! An old dog. An old dog who heels like heaven.
This morning (well, afternoon, really) when I got up I decided to walk to the coffee shop with Bindu. Alas, I couldn’t find a leash for my dog, [...]

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In which that tiny little screwdriver comes in handy!
Once upon a time, I bought a little glasses repair kit. It came with a little magnifying glass, four tiny little extra screws, and this kick-ass little screwdriver all snug in a plastic case. I use it to tighten my glasses once in awhile, and I cleverly [...]

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September 7th, 2006

In which my dog is such a good girl!
I’ve had my beloved ACD Bindu with me for a couple of days. Bread let me take her when I saw him at BoSe’s the night before last, and I walked her over to AmmZon’s and bathed her immediately, then poisoned her with flea meds.
I’ve had her [...]

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August 21st, 2006

In which we return to the vet for a third time.
Stella’s got another hemotoma in her ear. This is the third one.
It’s in the original ear. The hair hasn’t even grown back from the first surgery.
I asked what would happen if I just ignored it, and the vet said that it would eventually burst [...]

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August 20th, 2006

In which it was really totally icky and gross! Ewh, ewh, EWH! EWH!
I went into my kitchen yesterday and something… horrible… had transpired.
I really can’t even put it together, even with the circumstantial evidence. I mean, there was some… fluid… on the counter that looked like the kind of fluid that really needs [...]

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July 27th, 2006

In which I right a wrong.
I’m so self-involved apparently that I totally forgot to mention Stella’s surgery!
She was stoned as hell when Bread picked her up from the vet late yesterday afternoon — her eyes were red and droopy and she couldn’t seem to be able to focus both of them on the same object [...]

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May 30th, 2006

In which there’s dog love.
Just got back from lunch. Bread came and picked me up and we got tacos and sat under a tree at Whitham Woods to eat. Then we stopped at TSC for dog and cat food, then he drove me to the jeep. He’d already changed the tire and it was on [...]

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April 16th, 2006

In which one of our canine/human family passes.
Re-re called me last night after I’d gone to bed, so of course I didn’t answer. She called back a bit later and left me the message that I got late this morning: Miss Dhuma died last night.

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Years and years ago, Dhuma and I cohabitated. Actually, her people [...]

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April 15th, 2006

In which it is girls’ night out! Whoop!
Gorgeous texted me Friday night: ‘Pre-party at my house 9:pm.’
I was late, of course. Bread and I had had a fight, and after had to spend some quality time “making up,” if you catch my drift. When nine came by, we were in the shower. I got quickly [...]

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