In which I discuss the topic of Bindu’s death. I still can’t go into great detail about the day itself; I’d probably freak out if I tried. Suffice it to say that my brother was a rock, my mom was amazing, my aunt and uncle were great, and my G’ma cried with me. I feel […]
In which I’m writing not because I have any news but to keep from crying, because that’s how I roll. I slept until ten, mostly to avoid being conscious, I think. As soon as I woke I started thinking until I was pretty miserable again. Called the vet. “I was calling to check up on […]
In which I need to vent or cry or complain or get a hug or something. Bindu kept me up much of last night with terrible episodes involving screaming (the vet calls it “vocalizing”) and panting and whimpering and coughing; she’d calm down and almost sleep in between, but every couple of hours it would […]
In which this post is, like, totally ILLUSTRATED. I lost two pounds last week, in spite of that four-slices-of-pizza debacle. I lost no inches, though, because of all of those damned squats and crunches and push-ups and shit. Nine weeks to go to achieve my goal weight. So naturally, yesterday Adam sent me some Swedish […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
