Good vibes for Chicago doggies! That's scary.

We had a couple short but violent thunderstorms here last night. Heavy rain, big lightning, loud booms, all in the space of a few minutes, then gone. Weird.

the highly contagious canine influenza.

I read about that the other day. It makes Kato's gastrointestinal horrors look much better by comparison.

So, Dad called a little bit ago -- the blood test for cardiac enzymes showed that between November and today, the levels have changed, which can mean a heart attack (but doesn't always mean that). The thing is, *if* he had a heart attack, there's no way to know precisely when it happened (or, indeed, *if* it happened). That's really weird to me.

So based on that, he's having an angiogram to look for blockage, and they'll keep him overnight. He's not in critical shape, but it's still weird to think maybe he had a heart attack and didn't know (or DID know and ignored it, which is entirely something he would do).

I think I'm going to take a walk and then get ready to take Kato to the vet.

And my traitorous husband is at the Reds game right now, eating truffle fries. (Well, I don't know what he's eating, but I know this season there's a fancy fry place, and you can get truffle fries, so why WOULDN'T he get truffle fries, right?) And I have no baseball OR truffle fries.

Poor dogs.

Oh, dad of Tep. Glad to hear he is not in critical shape, anyway.

Mmm, truffle fries.

it's still weird to think maybe he had a heart attack and didn't know (or DID know and ignored it, which is entirely something he would do).

I'm pretty sure I watched Hubby have a heart attack, but he just shrugged and sat down and after a while said he felt better. I wasn't as suspicious of him at the time. I know he'd driven himself to the hospital at least once with heart pains. After a while, cardiac patients get used to the difference between a serious one and a little one.

He's not in critical shape, but it's still weird to think maybe he had a heart attack and didn't know (or DID know and ignored it, which is entirely something he would do).

Oy, Steph's dad!

I know when my dad had his first bypass his doctor told him one of the blockages was in a vein (I think vein, coulda been artery) that typically causes no pain until it kills you. So I suppose that sort of thing might count for the level-changing business?

Speculating wildly.

I know he'd driven himself to the hospital at least once with heart pains.

Dad drove himself every. single. time. until a few years ago. My joke was that he wouldn't call an ambulance because they wouldn't go through the drive-thru at White Castle.

You deserve truffle fries! (Kato should probably hold off.)

Darby is fine, but my friend C's dog Craig has the bordetella-pneumonia one-two-punch. All the dogs in her rescue group's care right now have canine flu, and some of them were in precarious shape to begin with. I can't imagine how the shelters are coping.

I know when my dad had his first bypass his doctor told him one of the blockages was in a vein (I think vein, coulda been artery) that typically causes no pain until it kills you. So I suppose that sort of thing might count for the level-changing business?

I really should know more specifics about what causes the enzyme levels to change. It's possible that a blockage like that would do it, too.

ION, walk postponed due to rain. Boo.

You deserve truffle fries! (Kato should probably hold off.)

He thieved ham the other day, in a move that was so bold I just laughed. I had leftover Easter ham, and pulled off the fatty part for the kitty, and in a really dumb move, she jumped off the couch onto the floor with it, and dropped the ham on the floor to eat it. Kato ran over, gobbled up the ham, and ran away. The reason it was so bold is that Slinky will maim anyone who tries to take her food, and Kato has NEVER tried to steal food from her before. I was kind of proud of his bravery.

And the kitty was just dumbfounded. So I gave her more ham, which she ate on the couch.