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Thank gods the sun finally came out again today - I don't have to end it all after all. *whew*
You'd think that murky glum days would strike inspiration for doing inside projects - laundry, fixing the p-traps in the kitch and bathroom, weather-proofing the windows, etc. However no - I end up just feeling resentful that doing inside stuff is really the only option on such cold dreary days, and so like a stompy child I dig in my heels and mostly refuse to give in to the logic. Then come sunny bright days I rediscover motivation and inspiration for doing housey things, because I could also be out biking or playing or reading outside - thus I have a choice. And it's the choice that seems to bring the inspiration. I do not like being backed into corners, and glum murky days back me into a corner - which I subsequently take out on my house. Thank god I don't have children.
Now if the above were completely and always true (that could work into an iff - "if and only if" - statement somehow I'm sure), I'd have the most well-maintained, orderly and clear house. However those of you who really know me know this is not the case. The breakdown is that while the maintenance and cleaning bug tends to only bite me when it's happy sunny la la out, it doesn't happen on every happy sunny day. But today is definitely one of those days, could be that they come on days immediately following a succession of glum murky days. Hmmm.
Took Dax to the vet this morning for a follow up check to make sure she wasn't suffering any kidney or liver damage after her most recent Home Alone adventure a couple days ago. She's a big girl dog by this point - 8 yrs old. You'd think that having achieved dog-yeared quinquagenarian status that she'd be long over tearing shit up when left home alone. But no. I mean yes - sometimes she's fantastic and docile and fine, being content to just snooze peacefully and non-destructively on the couch while I'm out. But then there are the frequent destructi-con episodes I come home to, which appear random and driven by nothing in particular but for Dax's mood/whim. Sometimes peaceful snoozing, s/times tear shit up!
My friends shake their heads at me, at my continuance of having faith in Dax's grown-upness, that I keep choosing to extend trust in her, that "maybe this time she'll be fine and won't tear shit up". And many times she fulfills my trust in her. Often times she doesn't. Thursday she didn't.
While I was gone Thursday, Dax decided that 2 sample bottles of Deramaxx (some kind of super-special advil type NSAID med to treat arthritis in dogs) that we'd gotten for Shiloh smelled teh awesome and that she definitely needed to chew through the plastic bottles and eat all the pills. They were on the upper shelf of a closed cabinet next to the door in the living room in which I store most of the dogs' stuff. But somehow her nefarious nose teased out their smell from the general scent of the rest of the room, honed in on them, she managed to extract the bottles from the cabinet, chewed thru them, and ate all 14 pills.
So off to Dr. Jami at the Brooklyn Park Pet Hospital for induced vomiting, activated charcoal, and bloodwork. And after her follow up visit this morning - she's all fine, no residual kidney or liver probs. Just some follow-up pepcid AC she needs to take for a few days since NSAIDs tear up stomachs so bad. She's probably had a couple days of feeling like a rockstar tho - best her joints have ever felt!
Dax: O hai - i invadeded yer pillz an eeted tehm all up.
Ok - so now, my list of things to keep me inside on this beautiful autumn day when I could instead be out frolicking in the leaves:
- laundry (always pre-emptable, but might's'well since I'm here)
- p-trap fixes in the kitch and b/room
- re-caulking the bathtub
- installing a thingie on the edge of the tub wall to keep water from leaking onto the floor
- weather-proofing the windows
No way I'm getting all that done today, so we'll see what I get thru.
You'd think that murky glum days would strike inspiration for doing inside projects - laundry, fixing the p-traps in the kitch and bathroom, weather-proofing the windows, etc. However no - I end up just feeling resentful that doing inside stuff is really the only option on such cold dreary days, and so like a stompy child I dig in my heels and mostly refuse to give in to the logic. Then come sunny bright days I rediscover motivation and inspiration for doing housey things, because I could also be out biking or playing or reading outside - thus I have a choice. And it's the choice that seems to bring the inspiration. I do not like being backed into corners, and glum murky days back me into a corner - which I subsequently take out on my house. Thank god I don't have children.
Now if the above were completely and always true (that could work into an iff - "if and only if" - statement somehow I'm sure), I'd have the most well-maintained, orderly and clear house. However those of you who really know me know this is not the case. The breakdown is that while the maintenance and cleaning bug tends to only bite me when it's happy sunny la la out, it doesn't happen on every happy sunny day. But today is definitely one of those days, could be that they come on days immediately following a succession of glum murky days. Hmmm.
Took Dax to the vet this morning for a follow up check to make sure she wasn't suffering any kidney or liver damage after her most recent Home Alone adventure a couple days ago. She's a big girl dog by this point - 8 yrs old. You'd think that having achieved dog-yeared quinquagenarian status that she'd be long over tearing shit up when left home alone. But no. I mean yes - sometimes she's fantastic and docile and fine, being content to just snooze peacefully and non-destructively on the couch while I'm out. But then there are the frequent destructi-con episodes I come home to, which appear random and driven by nothing in particular but for Dax's mood/whim. Sometimes peaceful snoozing, s/times tear shit up!
My friends shake their heads at me, at my continuance of having faith in Dax's grown-upness, that I keep choosing to extend trust in her, that "maybe this time she'll be fine and won't tear shit up". And many times she fulfills my trust in her. Often times she doesn't. Thursday she didn't.
While I was gone Thursday, Dax decided that 2 sample bottles of Deramaxx (some kind of super-special advil type NSAID med to treat arthritis in dogs) that we'd gotten for Shiloh smelled teh awesome and that she definitely needed to chew through the plastic bottles and eat all the pills. They were on the upper shelf of a closed cabinet next to the door in the living room in which I store most of the dogs' stuff. But somehow her nefarious nose teased out their smell from the general scent of the rest of the room, honed in on them, she managed to extract the bottles from the cabinet, chewed thru them, and ate all 14 pills.
So off to Dr. Jami at the Brooklyn Park Pet Hospital for induced vomiting, activated charcoal, and bloodwork. And after her follow up visit this morning - she's all fine, no residual kidney or liver probs. Just some follow-up pepcid AC she needs to take for a few days since NSAIDs tear up stomachs so bad. She's probably had a couple days of feeling like a rockstar tho - best her joints have ever felt!
Dax: O hai - i invadeded yer pillz an eeted tehm all up.
Ok - so now, my list of things to keep me inside on this beautiful autumn day when I could instead be out frolicking in the leaves:
- laundry (always pre-emptable, but might's'well since I'm here)
- p-trap fixes in the kitch and b/room
- re-caulking the bathtub
- installing a thingie on the edge of the tub wall to keep water from leaking onto the floor
- weather-proofing the windows
No way I'm getting all that done today, so we'll see what I get thru.