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I took my dogs to the vet yesterday for a checkup and to get all their shots that they were due for. I was so glad that the usual vet, Dr. Tisdale, wasn't there. They were seen to by another vet (can't remember her name) who was so nice. The last time I took Daisy in, Dr. Tisdale said that he was surprised she hadn't died months ago. What an insensitive jackass.
Daisy is about 15, and she's had cancer for a few years now. We've been avoiding getting too much surgery done because the cancer has been spreading pretty fast, and it would just end up being a lot of surgeries. We'd rather have her live a shorter, more comfortable life than a longer one full of surgeries and medication. So we only get the tumors removed if they are in uncomfortable places. She had one growing at the corner of her mouth so we had that one removed a few weeks ago. Luckily, she doesn't seem to be in any pain, and that's what the vet I saw yesterday said. Other than the cancer, she's doing fine (besides all the normal "being old" stuff, of course).
Daisy is the family dog and Frankie and Simba are my own.
Frankie (named after the great Frank Sinatra :) ) is 2, and Simba is 1 1/2. They're both getting neutered today, and I have to go pick them up in about a half hour. I feel terrible because Simba was scared to death yesterday and today when I dropped them off. The last time he was at a veterinarian's office was when he had surgery done. I didn't get him until he was 9 months old, and he was previously owned by a family that owned a pit bull and the pit bull punctured Simba's lung and did some damage to one of his kidneys. He had been given to a six-year-old girl (hence the Disney name) as a present from her grandmother. The grandmother hadn't talked to her daughter about it first, and bought Simba just to spite her son-in-law. They were doing pretty good until the pit bull attacked Simba, and that's when they decided that there was no way they could keep him.
Incase you're curious, Daisy is a cocker spaniel, Frankie is a chihuahua and miniature daschund mix, and Simba is a rat terrier and jack russell terrier mix. So Frankie has the chihuahua ears and legs while he has the long daschund body and the daschund face.
Simba just has this little tiny body with extremely long legs.
If you couldn't tell, I'm very proud of how adorable my dogs are. :)
My mom's on vacation this week so she decided that she wanted to go to the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz yesterday. My dad still had to work so it was my mom, my sister (Danika), and me. If you don't know what the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk is, it's the amusement park at the very beginning of the movie The Lost Boys. (Living only blocks away at the time, my parents were there the night it was filmed. They were one of the many bonfires you can see on the beach.)
Since school has already started and it was a weekday, hardly anyone was there. Most of the rides were closed, but all the best ones were open. The three of us rode the Giant Dipper about six times. My mom bought the picture of me on it, the last time we rode it. I was sitting up really straight, my eyes were huge, my head was tilted, and I was looking directly at the camera. When I posed for it, I didn't think it was going to be that funny, but it was. In fact, my eyes are a little scary in it. I don't have a scanner, but if you guys want to see the picture, I'll have my friend scan it for me.
Between holding my eyes open wide for the picture, the wind from the ride, and it being very bright out, my eyes were watering and I couldn't see anything. When I got off the ride, tears were streaming down my face and my makeup was going along with it. I was quite the lovely sight.
We played laser tag, and it was only the three of us in the arena. The lady working gave us ten minutes instead of five since nobody else was playing that day. My mom and Danika kept ganging up on me. I still won, but I was surprised by my mom's aim. She was pretty good. The black lights in the room were making the whites of my mom's eyes glow. Scary. As. Hell. Her eyes like that will haunt my dreams.
I also thoroughly kicked my mom's ass during air hockey. You should know that my mom's height is a constant joke in my family. She's really not that short, but since she's shorter than the rest of us, we like to poke fun. This is what happened during air hockey:
Danika: No wonder you're losing, mom. You can hardly see above the table.
Me: Careful, Danika. She might bite your shins.
Of course, it's all in fun. We all make fun of each other for everything.
Later, we went through the walk-through haunted house. Danika gets scared way too easily, so she stood between my mom and me. I stood in the front because it's hard to scare me, and my mom was in the back. The whole time, Danika was practically climbing onto my back, and my mom had a death-grip on Danika's backpack. In the middle, it's set up so there are displays behind glass, mirrors across from it, and the path zig-zags. Obviously, it was dark, and with those damn mirrors and glass, I kept running into the walls. I'm sure the workers had to go in and clean my finger and hand prints that were smudged everywhere.
Before going straight home when we left, my mom drove us by the old triplex where she used to live.
I wrote a short drabble yesterday, and it's almost ready to post. It's Hermione/Lucius, which isn't a pairing I usually read, but when the idea came to me, I had to write it.
-SiS