Where is this vet??

Centreville/Manassas, VA. We actually considered boarding our cats with them when we went on vacation earlier this year. (We decided not to because we'd have needed too many roomlets that wouldn't have given them as much space as we'd have liked. Niece ended up bringing her menagerie up to cat-sit. Which worked out well for everyone because she was cooped up in our place, which is larger than her apartment, when the big snowstorm hit.)

She's likely to end up switching to our regular vet.

Oooh, Fred Pete, how scary for your niece. Much kitty~ma for her little guy.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate...I've got an Adam Sandler earworm now.

Fred Pete, much ~ma for your niece and her cat.

Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate...I've got an Adam Sandler earworm now.

I now do too, but it isn't all that bad.

~ma for your niece and her cat, Fred. How scary and awful.

Apparently my mom's been making schnecken this whole time but she doesn't call them that. I'm sure a bakery's would be even better because she kinda cheats by buying bread dough from the freezer section and starts with that. But the cinnamon, the brown sugar, the raisins, the butter, the rolling, the carmelization? Yes. These are the rolls she makes us for big holidays with a family breakfast like Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Jessica, I share your quandry on how to raise basically secular kids nowadays.

Raising them with NO religion would be easy, but DH and I do want the kids to be somewhat in touch with their Jewish roots even if they never set foot inside a synagogue. If nothing else, they should know why my mom is Bubbe instead of Grandma, right?

I really wish the Society for Humanistic Judaism had a Brooklyn chapter - they're pretty much perfect for us, but getting into Manhattan for services at 6-7pm...ugh.

In conclusion, yay latkes.

Yay latkes is always the right conclusion.

And yeah, that's tough, but I agree that they should understand the cultural background, even if not religiously observant.

I'm hungry now. And my teakettle is boiling. What should I have?

Seems only yesterday she was echoing my carelessly uttered "oh shit" in a hotel room in SF.

Quite possibly my favorite F2F moment ever.

Definitely my favorite.

My day so far:

Mr Peabody had another seizure at 5 a.m. However, by the time I got dressed to go to the emergency vet, he was fine, so I decided to wait until my vet opened. As I was leaving for the vet, I realized that Hershey, the chocolate lab who lives next door, was in my yard. I called my neighbor and she came to get him. Hershey had dug and pushed her way under the chain link fence. As my neighbor tried to put Hershey back into the yard, the other dog, Tikka, got by her and ran down the street. She ran after him and then, as I watched, Hershey lifted the gate latch with his paw and ran after them. (There are also several bolts on the outside, but in her hurry, she didn't lock them.) I put Mr Peabody up and ran after in case she needed help. Then we put a bunch of rocks along the fence and I finally took Mr Peabody to the vet.

The vet wants to give it more time, because she doesn't want to put Mr Peabody on medication unless it's absolutely necessary. She gave me some valium to give him for the next two days and whenever he has a seizure. She also wants to check his urine for infection. He inconveniently failed to produce enough there, so I have to follow him with a stick with cotton balls attached to it to get a urine sample for her.

I got home and opened the back door without realizing that both Hershey and Tikka were in the yard. Even though Mr Peabody and Tikka play together along the fence all the time, Tikka, who's a 90-pound Husky, grabbed Mr Peabody and started shaking him, and I think I barely got her off him in time. I grabbed Tikka and yelled for my neighbor. She got the dogs back in her yard and we piled a bunch of rocks against the fence. I looked out a little while ago, and Tikka was digging out a place we hadn't reinforced, so I piled more rocks.

I think the vet said the valium is for the dog.

Sheesh, Ginger! Doggie drama! And poor Mr. Peabody.