...it's the cat. Or the dog. For Pete's sake. What would a week be without problems? I guess life would be boring.
But here's a new one for me. For someone who is NOT the great lover of either cats nor dogs, it just seems it's my burden to bear living with one of each. My cat greatly outweighs my dog 2 to 1, and now I might just know why.
Last night, in typical fashion, I was awakened by my loving husband's...snoring. (C'mon...I wouldn't blog about that!) Anyway, without a second thought, I moved to the family room couch for a little tv to put me back to sleep. I did fall asleep only to be awakened, this time, by our cat. Nibbling on the dog's leftover niblets. Could THIS be the reason that:
a) he's scratched his fur off the right side of his face and his right eye is practically swollen shut;
b) he's 400 pounds!
Well, it's a yes to both. Thanks to modern medicine, a slow-release medicine was injected into his body so I don't have to try and force feed a cat a pill every day for 2 weeks. Really, is there anything that might be worse than that? It's enough that I'm required to shave my legs on a semi-regular basis.
And while I've no real love lost on my pets, you wouldn't know it by the amount of money I pour into them taking them to the vet. After broken legs, rattlesnake bites, vomiting spells, and now allergic reactions to foods, I could have put these animals through a really nice Associates program at our local community college and given them an academic future! Hope there's some left over for the kids who can actually read and write when it's there turn.
Good thing I have my candles to make me feel better...
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You're so right...
If it's not one thing, it's another. Just when you think you have caught up- they pull you back in. At least you have a new house. Shouldn't have any problems there (knock on wood).
P.S.- Who made up the rule that we have to shave our legs on a regular basis? I know it was a man, of course. But I think we should adopt the French way of life and not shave! In fact, I think I will go on shaving strike starting tomorrow.
Today I saw a woman pull up to the curb in a pink 4-runner. Pink. She stepped out and her six feet of permed, orangish hair followed her. Her pink, lace dress reached the ground. Obviously intrigued, I watched. She pulled out a stroller. (Also pink.) And, waiting to see what a baby from this unique woman would look like, I stretched my neck a little harder to see, sitting upright, strapped into a fancy stroller, sat a dog. A dog. She was pushing a dog in a stroller. You should send Dryfuss and Annie to her.
Now you know why people with pets don't have kids. They can't afford them.
Love your blog. You always make me laugh. Love your perspective on things, too. You are a great communicator.
Oh, my goodness, I am CRACKING UP. You and the pets. And you are so funny. I loved laughing at it. Thanks for inviting a late-night laugh!
You really are very funny. Thanks for the laugh. :)
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