So TNG is not doing so great anymore. Nor is she New anymore (she's 9). She has been dragging her rear feet a lot, and had some trouble running yesterday, particularly on the downhill, even on painkillers for her arthritis. And the vet thinks she may have a tumor in her anal gland, which I agreed to have removed and biopsied. It made me really sad to leave her home today when I went running with my sister & niece, but I think she needs more rest than she used to. SIGH. Dogs should not get old!
In better dog news, I met a black flat-coated retriever at a party yesterday, and his name was Sirius. Which was adorable. And he was a great dog, very friendly.
Now I think I will shower and make hermit cookies and clean the bathroom. That's a good plan for the day.
Ooh. I have a thing you might like. Lemme see if I can find the box it's in, somewhere around here.
Oooh, yay!
The latest thing I get to take for dealing with the stuff going on is Artemnisin. When my doctor told me, I stared at her and said,
"Wait. Can't I just drink more absinthe?"
Her reply was
No, Jillian, it doesn't work like that. Just accept that you're so damn goth you need to take wormwood supplements."
Floors clean. Next up, pool. But I'll be a catbed for a bit.
Just accept that you're so damn goth you need to take wormwood supplements."
That's awesome and perfect. I hope it helps!
I made up "business cards" for a rescue dog -- picture, name, details, who to contact, even a URL. They could be used when somebody asks about the dog at an event, instead of scribbling down something half-legible. Plus with the DIY business card templates, the rescue society can print out 10 or 20 at a time for very little money. Hope they use my idea!
AUGH football. Can we just end the game now? Call it on account of...something. My stress levels.
Are you kidding me what the fuuuuck.
