I'm chewing make-out gum while sitting in the writing center
I just worked with a guy on a paper for his film criticism class for the last 45 minutes. As are many of the people who come in here, he was stuck on the *bumbumbumBUM* THESIS STATEMENT. What people often don't realize is that the thesis statement makes things easier. He had a good start to the paper, so we just came up with a coherent thesis statement from the insights he already had, and fleshed out the rest of the paper a little more. What a difference a reader makes, for any writer. I see that now.
So, I had a whirlwind of a weekend, consisting almost exclusively of PUPPY. I am utterly and completely in love, as are the rest of my family. Unfortunately, Atticus is very sick right now. He developed a nasty case of Kennel Cough, and had to spend last night in the emergency clinic with IV antibiotics and oxygen. He transferred to our regular vet today, but he's still not feeling well. I need to call home and get another update. He was lively and bouncy and happy on Saturday, but he had a mild cough, so we took him in to the vet. She prescribed oral antibiotics and sent him home. He frolicked around the yard and played hard all night, and then yesterday became progressively sicker.
He is the dearest little dog-- all big eyes and HUGE ears and waggy tail and carmel-colored snugglyness, insistently climbing into your lap at any opportunity. He's even smaller than I thought he was (only three pounds!), but he has quite the personality. I feel almost as fiercely about him as I do about a human baby. I shudder to think what a wreck I'll be when my future human baby gets sick. God, I can hold off on that one...
Kennel Cough is one of the dangers of buying a pet store puppy, along with probable inbreeding, being taken away from the mother too soon, learning to poop in a cage, etc. I know this stuff. The thing is, Mom didn't want a puppy--she wanted THIS puppy. I guess it was a good thing-- when he got this sick at the pet store they probably would have put him down due to the cost. Last night Dad was snuggling Atticus into his shoulder while waiting for the vet's estimate of the cost of treatment. He said, "I don't know if it's going to be $200 or $1,000, but does it really matter? We want this guy to live. ... Yes, who's my faaavorite puppy? I LOVE you."
I had a heck of a hard time coming back to school. I love being at home. I love school too, but I'm in a bit of a sophomore slump. I'm restless.
Ian Fields and his buddy Emir came over Saturday night for dinner and a movie, and I'm sure glad they did, because next Saturday Ian's heading off to Greece and then France until December. I am incredibly jealous. My buddy Matt called me from Alicante, Spain last Tuesday, and he is having a fantastic time over there. He's in school there until December also. I turn a bit green thinking about it. I know it will be good in the long run to have gone to college, but I'm currently feeling like I'd rather travel and/or study abroad. I NEED TO GO TO AUSTRALIA.
Hey, I love you people who are reading this. I do NOT lack good friends. I'm just restless.
And I want my puppy to get well.
So, I had a whirlwind of a weekend, consisting almost exclusively of PUPPY. I am utterly and completely in love, as are the rest of my family. Unfortunately, Atticus is very sick right now. He developed a nasty case of Kennel Cough, and had to spend last night in the emergency clinic with IV antibiotics and oxygen. He transferred to our regular vet today, but he's still not feeling well. I need to call home and get another update. He was lively and bouncy and happy on Saturday, but he had a mild cough, so we took him in to the vet. She prescribed oral antibiotics and sent him home. He frolicked around the yard and played hard all night, and then yesterday became progressively sicker.
He is the dearest little dog-- all big eyes and HUGE ears and waggy tail and carmel-colored snugglyness, insistently climbing into your lap at any opportunity. He's even smaller than I thought he was (only three pounds!), but he has quite the personality. I feel almost as fiercely about him as I do about a human baby. I shudder to think what a wreck I'll be when my future human baby gets sick. God, I can hold off on that one...
Kennel Cough is one of the dangers of buying a pet store puppy, along with probable inbreeding, being taken away from the mother too soon, learning to poop in a cage, etc. I know this stuff. The thing is, Mom didn't want a puppy--she wanted THIS puppy. I guess it was a good thing-- when he got this sick at the pet store they probably would have put him down due to the cost. Last night Dad was snuggling Atticus into his shoulder while waiting for the vet's estimate of the cost of treatment. He said, "I don't know if it's going to be $200 or $1,000, but does it really matter? We want this guy to live. ... Yes, who's my faaavorite puppy? I LOVE you."
I had a heck of a hard time coming back to school. I love being at home. I love school too, but I'm in a bit of a sophomore slump. I'm restless.
Ian Fields and his buddy Emir came over Saturday night for dinner and a movie, and I'm sure glad they did, because next Saturday Ian's heading off to Greece and then France until December. I am incredibly jealous. My buddy Matt called me from Alicante, Spain last Tuesday, and he is having a fantastic time over there. He's in school there until December also. I turn a bit green thinking about it. I know it will be good in the long run to have gone to college, but I'm currently feeling like I'd rather travel and/or study abroad. I NEED TO GO TO AUSTRALIA.
Hey, I love you people who are reading this. I do NOT lack good friends. I'm just restless.
And I want my puppy to get well.