I used to.

Perkins, do whatever you are most comfortable with. It sounds like the rage on is indicative high blood sugar making him feel bad, which is dangerous over the long term, but long term > > > 2-3 days (barring some secondary thing, but really, if this cranky is like his cranky pre-diagnosis...it's probably the same thing. ) If he were acting drunk or uncoordinated, well, that's another story.

Which reminds me. Must clean out the tray Mister Kitty peed on. He's going in Tuesday because I am pretty damned sure his insulin needs upping now that he's better.

Allyson, I think you should send the bemused blogger a link to the Save Firefly piece.

Perkins, do whatever you are most comfortable with. It sounds like the rage on is indicative high blood sugar making him feel bad, which is dangerous over the long term, but long term > > > 2-3 days (barring some secondary thing, but really, if this cranky is like his cranky pre-diagnosis...it's probably the same thing. ) If he were acting drunk or uncoordinated, well, that's another story.

That's what I figure. I'm going to try and get him in tomorrow morning, just in case, but not do more than keep an eye on him today.

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So, how about that weather we've been having?

IT'S FUCKING HOT WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE AC.

Oh, sorry. See, that's MY looping discussion.

Sarameg is me.

ETA: I'm so sorry about Ozzie's health problems, Perkins. It's so difficult when a pet is ill.

Timelies, all!

So. There I was, about to leave work yesterday, realizing that I hadn't met or given a loaner car to a celebrity or someone infamous.

Although, I had met a wonderful French bulldog named "Bruce", whom everyone but me thought was a pug who hadn't had his ears cropped. Being the dog lover I am, I asked the owner if Bruce liked to be handled and if I could play with him a bit. (It was a slow day.) I dropped onto the ground where this delightful pup unabashedly rolled over onto his belly and got some very enthusiastic scritches. SO SWEET. We played a bit, and then I got a customer so I got up, washed my hands, said thanks to the owner (a super hot guy with all these tatoos on his arms and those plug-thingies in his earlobes.) and finished my day.

As I musing on the way to my car, E - one of the porters - comes up to me and all giddy-like, grabs my arms and shakes me. "Do you KNOW whose dog you were just rolling around with?? Who you were taking about dogs with? DO YOU??!!!" I said, "No idea. Who?" "BRANDON BOYD!" Being the square that I am, I had no idea who Brandon Boyd is. She squeals, "The lead singer of Incubus!"

So, there you have it. I rolled around with Brandon Boyd's dog.

Poor Sarameg, and Kristin, but hee.

I'm also doing laundry, and I have grocery store/TJ plans this afternoon. That's different, at least, right?

I would like to thank Brian McBride for taking his shirt off twice yesterday (once because he was bleeding all over the place).

I would thank him, but he LEFT our hometown team to go to England. *sigh* Who could blame him, really?

Allyson, those shots are adorable! I think blog lady is confusing Page Boy with Betty Page bangs. Or something.

We broke down and turned on the A/C last night. I'm ready to dig the sprinkler out of the garage and go out into the back yard with the boy.

I like the first Allyson picture best, but the black & white is very striking, and the stake kinda lovely.

I rolled around with Brandon Boyd's dog.

No clue who Brandon Boyd is, but lucky dog.

Weather, hot as usual. I've pretty much avoided going outside though.

bon bon and Allyson are both beautiful women, with pretty hair.

Allyson, I like the first photo best. Your eyes and your gaze are quite arresting. I think you ought to use that blog for free advertizing and pimp your book. "Although I was not a writer on any Tim show, I am a writer, and being a fan, you'll enjoy my upcoming book!" That may be evil, though; I can't tell.

Perkins, I hope Ozzie calms down and feels better soon!