Saturday, February 14, 2009

So this is Valentine's Day huh?

I woke up this morning at approximately 6:30 to the sound of liquid tinkling on the floor. Lovely. Once again our latest, J.R. decided that he was too lazy to wake us up and just hiked up his leg on my bedroom door. When could I have possibly pissed off this dog? Shit head.

Screw it, I'm up. I figured I would get a jump on things. Started the coffee, turned on the computer, unloaded the dishwasher, reloaded it. Sat down to read my email.

Nothing exciting there. Killed some people on Mafia Wars and such on Face book, made some imaginary moohlah.

Unloaded the dryer reloaded it and the washer. Folded a thousand towels that I had to wash from the other night when the monsoon came through, when I had to keep the dogs from chasing the squirrels that were floating around on the little rafts they had built from twigs.

I had decided that it had been long enough on the science experiment, buckled down and cleaned the toilet. Noticed the time, 9:30. Time to take the dogs out again.

What's wrong with Harpo? The entire right side of his face, jaw and the top of his head are swollen. He is also pissing blood. Shit.

The Good Neighbor Vet is at Coastal Farm and Home Supply today. Avoiding three dogs and loading one in the truck is not easy, but it can be done. After waiting in line for about fifteen minutes, getting marked on the back of my legs and talking to the very nice vet, we were on our way to the Emergency Vet clinic.

Two car payments later$$$, Harpo had his head shaved, a wound from a scuffle three days ago on the top of his head lanced and got two prescriptions. Ugh. Anything for our first baby.

I have a prime rib in the oven and potatoes on to boil for my Valentine's dinner. So far so good, right?