i did the dump run first thing this morning and while i was cheerfully contemplating the recyclible sign and noting that this week we fully complied...my cell…
this saturday at saints at 10 am. besides boring year end stuff, we will be discussing the issues around access to saints, the animals, safety concerns, roles…
i keep track of feed stores for 12 different species, plus the specialized diets and all the various supplies and equipment needed here. my brain is a constant…
maude went to the vets. i left her there. she did not like this. she fussed, she complained, she pooped and squished it all around, including between her toes…
i am running all the possiblities thru my head....stroke, mental breakdown, partial loss of vision, ear pain, tooth pain, gas pains, constipation....stomach…
maude is all freaked out tonight, don't ask me why but she is acting weird. mrs. p is supposed to go into the vet tomorrow at 0830 for a shave to remove her…
what a treat. squirt came out of his crate today like nothing ever happened, except he is still covered in shit and will stay like that for a couple of more…
trina, rene and i decided first thing this morning how we were going to deal with the dogs excitement issues. they still got to follow their normal routine, a…
realistically, both phoebe and clyde are huge problems for me in terms of management of the whole. now i am not going to nuke either one of them cuz it is not…
this is not a happy post. i took clyde into the vet today and it was an utter and complete disaster. i got him into the crate ok and he managed the beginning…
still sketchy, trying to break thru seizure...i upped his phenobarb to 75 mg last night...it knocked him flat on his ass. i will speak to the vet…
you know the person who wrote "the three little pigs" story? well he knew nothing about pigs. first of all while they may DECORATE and REARRANGE their houses…
