Purple roses and disagreeable neck gear

Rachel — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:51:24 +0000

If the topography of Pittsburgh were a flat series of websites, and I was a little arrow floating across it all, I would StumbleUpon the moment I found one of my favorite musicians performing in a little stone park as workers paused and ate their lunches, and recommend that everyone join me.

Scott Blasey of The Clarks

The dog had his surgery today. He’s doing fine, although, from the looks he’s been giving me, I may wake up tomorrow morning with a clear plastic cone shoved down my throat.

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Rachel — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 17:47:31 +0000

After a very long day and night of non-sleep and hours of diligent carpet cleaning, Bello is home from the emergency vet and satisfied with the state of his stomach on drugs. As am I. For a five pound animal, you’d be shocked at the metric tons of discharge that had been heaped upon the floor. And spread upon the walls.

In the middle of it all, when the sun finally came up and my worry skyrocketed as I had to force-feed him drops of water from a needleless syringe, Bello was wrapped in a blanket and we made the drive across town. He was immediately injected with fluids and tested for anything serious, and sent home with a bag of meds and instructions for a bland diet.

Our guess is that he picked up a bug from the new backyard, although I’m almost positive that a year of dealing with crap like this finally set him off.

I’d been saving those funds for his neutering later this month, and the way he smirked at me on the ride home suggested that yes, he had overheard me make that appointment over the phone, and all of that money I just spent for a diagnosis? Totally his plan all along.

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Purple roses and disagreeable neck gear

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