We made the decision this afternoon to say goodbye to our German shepherd princess. We came downstairs this morning to find that she couldn't stand up and her condition didn't improve as the day went on, and the vet was not optimistic about treatments or prognosis. She was more than 14 years old, so this wasn't out of nowhere and we've known for ( Read more... )

Elements of a great evening: Szechuan food, excellent company (including the reminder that the internet has given me contact with some of the most wonderful people on earth, even if I see a lot of them far too rarely), fascinating conversation, and snark about soccer and Twilight. I didn't technically have the time to go out tonight, but I SO ( Read more... )

1. An almost 13-year-old dog with arthritic hips should not be capable of getting herself into trouble.

2. UPS continues to demonstrate its complete fucking uselessness by being incapable of managing even something as simple as closing a fucking gate.

Okay, three things: Wow, did I not need my heart rate elevated in quite that manner.

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For anyone who missed seeing the news elsewhere, Aromaleigh has decided to close up shop. I'm not terribly surprised; she has been steadily discontinuing product lines for months now, and has made reference to numerous personal issues occupying her attention. Once the foundations were discontinued, that was pretty much it for me anyway, as the ( Read more... )

There is no danger of me giving TB to the flamingoes and red pandas (because I don't have it). Hooray. So my hopes for starting the gig next Wednesday are on track, assuming I can get all the paperwork in and dealt with before then ( Read more... )

We managed to carve some time out of a very busy and obligated weekend to take Shylah to Magnuson, because it was too beautiful a day to waste and we hadn't gone since Xmas ( Read more... )

( Xmas eve, with some griping and family stuff )

When I went to bed last night, Shylah was lying on the floor in the office and looked like she was probably going to stay there. I read for awhile, as I usually do, and after a little while I noticed a sad furry face framed in a circle peering over the edge of the bed at me. With her world so unsettled, she quite naturally wanted to come sleep ( Read more... )

After an evening of *nothing* (she didn't want to eat, drink, go outside, or do anything but lie on the floor...and chew on herself), Shylah woke up at 3 a.m. and wanted things, so I got up and obliged her. When I got up at my regular morning time, she was reasonably perky, took her meds without much trouble and even ate most of her food. I ( Read more... )