Tag: dogs

Another confession

Confession, as Sister Mary Amanda Prophet reminds Adam in HE’S THE ONE, cleanses the soul.

But first things first. I’m glad that Shannon’s dog Rutlie is doing okay and hope the change in food will make a difference. Last week, I found out that my brother’s dog Bailey got some of the tainted food and ended up at the vet. Bailey is okay, no kidney damage that I know of, but he’s an old dog and is lucky that my brother was using only a tiny portion of the wet food to make Bailey’s dry food more appealing.

The only good that can come of this is that people should now be more aware of what’s in their pets’ food, and their outrage may provoke changes. I’ll always wonder if it wasn’t a food issue that made our dachshunds die within five days of each other in 2000 after a series of mysterious illnesses that left Pete with liver failure and Stevie with kidney failure. That’s when I got appalling information on pet food ingredients from a homeopathic vet. We began buying Wysong when Margot and Guinness came into our lives. It’s the only product I trust.

Now for the confession and happier things.
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It’s like Groundhog Birthday

Thirty-five all over again!

This past weekend, I had to take my continuing ed classes to keep my MT license up-to-date. If you don’t know what MT stands for, understand that I don’t want Googling perverts to land here; you can find the answer here, and PLEASE don’t use “that word” in any comments (if you do, I’ll delete it). I’ve only just recently managed to stop the late-night phone calls from strange men. I don’t want to start being inundated by e-mails from them. THANK YOU. Be forewarned: The MT profession is about healthcare, not sex, and jokes about it make me really cranky.

Even though I no longer have a practice, it was an investment, and I’m not about to let my license lapse. Of course, I had two years to do this, and waited until the last possible minute to cram my classes into two days. Although the instructor is a personable man who does his best, anyone would have limitations when it comes to discussing Texas law for twelve hours.

After class on Saturday, all I wanted to do was sleep. So on Sunday, I went to the gym after class, which helped. Then I came home and cooked dinner, including dessert.

Bonus photo for TimStalkers:

And finally!, for my birthday, I got Little Miss Sunshine, which I LOVED!

Thank you so much for your cards, e-mails, and posts. Thirty-five is something everyone should celebrate! Again, and again, and again, and again…

Friday Moments

Both dogs had their checkups including booster shots and nail clippings and are in great physical shape. I love it when the girls are healthy. In fact, they didn’t even mention that Guinness could stand to lose a pound or two. Good thing no one tried to make her exercise today, because both she and Margot have been in comas after their hours at the “spa,” as we like to try to make them think of it. (Manicures! Pampering! Plastic stick up their butts–what, they don’t do that at your spa?)

Regarding exercise, Rex and Tim dropped me at the gym this afternoon before they went to the dog park. I expected either Tim or Tom to pick me up. So it was a lovely surprise to walk out of the gym and see Rex sitting like the model dog next to Tim on a granite bench. He’s really made great strides toward being the best dog he can be. Rex, not Tim. There’s no hope for Tim to be the best dog he can be, but he’s a great person, and that’s almost as good.

Unfortunately, I also got some sad news today. Lynne’s Aunt Audrey died. I could never have enough glowing words for what the women in Lynne’s family have meant to me since I was just a kid. They taught me so much about family and love and our strength as steel magnolias. It was at Aunt Audrey’s house that I first learned to play progressive rummy, and I remember laughing my butt off at some of the things that came out of Audrey’s mouth when all of us were together. Lynne’s mom died much too young, and sometimes when Aunt Audrey would say, “Oh, damn, Becky!” she would sound just like her. I love her. I’ll miss her.

And for my sister, another steel magnolia–I’m totally stealing that story you told me today. There has to be a way I can use it. I hope everything works out okay.