Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The cable in my room has been out since Wednesday. My room is where the DVR lives. I've had to watch TV one show at a time, with commercials, for three days. I haven't been able to catch up on recorded shows after primetime. It's killing me! Curse you, Time Warner Cable! (Which is pretty much how I feel about them even when my DVR's working, so you can imagine the Empress-level curses I'd like to see leveled at them right now!) Supposed to be getting a tech at toodamnearly tomorrow morning. I'm afraid my DVR might be a goner, which I wouldn't mind so much if it hadn't been nearly 80% full at time of coma. I say again, curse you TWC!
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Also, sorry about Beloved Pup, Sail.
Yay for good days and positive revelations, askye & Connie.
Congrats for good health, Bonny!
Thanks for the ~ma and kind words; they are greatly appreciated.
Oh, Epic. that sucks. I feel your pain; my wifi has been crap for the longest time and I finally had a tech come out this week to fix it. I'm still not getting the streaming speed I should, but at least I can watch an entire episode of Doctor Who without the wifi cutting out every three minutes.
Mr Peabody bit the helper at the vet's today. There was some kind of tension going on, and the regular vet tech wasn't there. The woman who was supposed to be helping the vet was chatting with the receptionist. The vet, normally a mild-mannered woman, went over to her, and I heard the vet say, "I'm alone back there. If you're here, you're supposed to be helping." The person stomped into the exam room, clearly pissed off, and swooped down on Mr Peabody to put him on the scale. Mr Peabody is easily startled, particularly by things coming at him from above. He's also very protective and I was right behind him. So he bit her wrist. Apparently he didn't break the skin, but left big welts. He's never done anything like that at the vet's before, but the vet and the regular vet tech talk to him a while before they do anything.
Then the vet found that what I thought was normal itching was some kind of allergy that had led to a skin infection.
I feel like a terrible pet owner.
People who work with animals, especially in a high-stress place like the vet, should know to be careful with them. Dogs are dogs, and they react. People are supposed to be smarter.
I'm thinking there's a reason that temp is a temp, if she's got that little sense. And don't get me started on her taking out her ire on poor Mr. Peabody. Not on, Tech.
What a crappy tech.
Then the vet found that what I thought was normal itching was some kind of allergy that had led to a skin infection.
Well, that's why we take our pets in for check ups. You're not a bad pet owner--you gave Mr. Peabody the medical attention that uncovered the underlying problem. Now they can address it.
People who work with animals, especially in a high-stress place like the vet, should know to be careful with them. Dogs are dogs, and they react. People are supposed to be smarter.
Yep. Every vet or vet tech I know would say, "yeah, sure, reactive dog, but that's some IDIOT-level animal handling right there..."
You're not to blame, and both you and Mr Peabody are under some stress.
What they said. Not Mr. P's fault. Nor yours.
I feel like he hasn't been around other people enough over the last few years, because I haven't been around other people much, except for medical personnel.
I'm still hurting a lot from proctoring the midterm. Taking lots of painkillers, and probably going to be sleeping most of the weekend.
Second date with OK Cupid guy went pretty well. We're talking about getting together again sometime next week, but he's sick, so he's not sure when he'll be feeling OK for going out.
