The cable in my room has been out since Wednesday. My room is where the DVR lives.

Is it possible to move the box to another room? As in maybe just the cable and not the box? I didn't have DVR all summer and it was just torture to have no FF. Commercials are evil. At least since I was in NY I didn't know any of the political candidates so those were less annoying. I watch nothing live at home except sports occasionally. Even then I pause for long segments to have a buffer for FF.

But once we're at the vet, it is PARTY TIME for him. "Oh my god, all these smells! Are there other dogs here?!? Are you going to pet me??? Score! Oh my god YOU HAVE A TREAT FOR ME!!!"

Ah yes, this is Zoe too. She gets very annoyed with me when she can't play with ALL the friends though.

She gets very annoyed with me when she can't play with ALL the friends though.

Yeah, after the exam room door is shut, Kato will lie on the floor with his nose to the door, oh cruel fate that has kept him from the other dogs!

I can't give Mr Peabody credit for its being a warning nip; I think he bit as hard as he could, but she at least jumped away quickly.

My previous two dogs hated the car, because they were convinced that all car rides ended at the vet. Mr Peabody is neutral about the car. He doesn't get excited about car rides, but he jumps right in. He looks around when we're going slow enough for him to see things, and otherwise he sleeps. He likes the vet waiting room, but starts getting anxious when we go back to the exam room, and he shivers in terror on the table.

I had one cat who was hell to take to the vet, because she was so panicked by any kind of carrier that she would stick her head through the smallest of holes and then get stuck. The only thing that worked was to throw her in the car and drive with my fingers crossed.

He doesn't get excited about car rides, but he jumps right in.

When I bought my car (a LONG time ago), I took it over to my mom and stepdad's to show them. Their dog came out with them, and when I opened the door to the backseat, the dog strolled over and hopped in, like "It's a car; I'm a dog. Let's go!"

Their dog came out with them, and when I opened the door to the backseat, the dog strolled over and hopped in, like "It's a car; I'm a dog. Let's go!"

In my family, we refer to this as "With Dog." Rosie the Dog is continuously baffled at our inability to understand that she, as With Dog, should Go With at all times.

sarameg said it better than I could, Connie. I'm sorry it's so hard. Sometimes 'fuck this!' is a totally legitimate response.

I drove out to the lake today. I should do it more often, it's less than five miles away. In the summer, though, they charge money at the gate, bah. At this time of year, though, it's wide open. The last time I was there, the quiet was a physical pressure on me. This time there were a few families out enjoying what is probably going to be the warmest weekend left in the year. But it was good. Light wind through the bushes, movement of water, the occasional bird. Quiet is finally good again instead of a doorway to thinky thoughts that hurt. I left the car radio off as I drove home, not wanting to lose the quiet.

Ah, my mind quieted just reading that, Connie.

That sounds lovely, Connie.