When I brought Whiskey home he had a vet's appointment within the hour. He was full of worms which I expected. Since he was small, sick and weak it wasn't much of a problem to hold him and squirt de-wormer down his throat.
Then he got neutered and prescribed liquid pain killer and antibiotic capsules for 10 days. The painkiller wasn't a problem. It smelled like cherries. I let him sniff the syringe and when he started chewing on it I quickly squirted the stuff down and in 20 minutes he was damn hyper and I was worried he was going to open the inscision site.
The pills were stuffed into bits of hot dogs or served hors durve style on a dog treat with peanut butter. One morning I was running late and forgot to give Whiskey his pill. I called Scott and ask him to dose him. That night I asked if he took it pretty good and Scott said he handed the pill to Whiskey and he played with it it a bit before he ate it.
"Just the pill?"
"yep."
"no peanut butter?"
"nope."
"no hot dog?"
"nope."
"just a straight pill?"
"yep."
"unbelievable"
I grew up with a pair of beagles, who, with their Super Sniffers, could detect a pill laced treat before you stepped outside the door and were equally adept at eating the treat and spitting out a drool coated intact pill. We became pretty creative in the art of pill disguising.
I didn't believe Scott so he gave Whiskey his evening pill as I watched. He licked and sniffed it and it gave him a cute little green spot on his tongue. Finally the capsule had disolved enough that it popped open in his mouth and he swallowed down the powder before getting a drink of water. I could barely believe my eyes.
My dog likes taking pills and medicine.
My dog. The junkie.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Whiskey
Well, a lot has gone on since we last talked.
May 15th I was out with my realtor looking at houses. In front of one house was a stray puppy. I picked it up and carried it through the house. He wiggled and squirmed a bit but decided that being held is alright.
Short brown hair with a black muzzle and a black tail, his sad little eyes were dull. Hip bones were sticking out as were all ribs. Not easily visible, but clearly felt was his breastbone. After we looked at the house I told the realtor that I didn't feel comfortable leaving him behind and she said he could come with us. We looked at another house before she stopped at a gas station and I bought a small bag of dog food. Knowing he hadn't eaten for a while I just gave him a small handful after each house we stopped at. He slept in my arms the rest of the time. After going back to her office I went to PetsMart to get him a collar. He slept in the cart most of the time so fitting him wasn't a problem. There wasn't a vet on call at that PetsMart so I called Scott to let him know I was bringing home a puppy. His sister and brother-in-law were there for the weekend.
I called the PetsMart in Norman and made an appt for that afternoon. Since I didn't have a name for him she put in Stray. His nails were cut and he got some worm medicine. The vet wanted him to get a bit healthier and some weight gained before he would start his shots.
His sister suggested the name Bear since that's what he looked like, and with those big feet of his, it was obvious that he was going to be a big dog. I named him Whiskey after the horse in the old western The Villain staring Kirk Douglas and a very young Arnie Schwarneger.
Wanted to name him Rio after another horse in a western starring Lou Gosset Jr. but Whiskey seemed to suit him better.
After a week the little guy was beginning to fill out some and was very active and hyper as puppies are. The vet estimated his age at about 3 1/2 months when I found him. So I gave him the birthday of Feb 1.
Now his is a lively neutered 30 lb pup. When I bought the collar it was about as small as I could make it, now it's let out as far as it will go and it's almost too snug on him. He gets his last round of boosters in three weeks. And I'm looking around for a puppy class to enroll him into.
~*~
In other news June 27 was my last day in the apt that I got when I moved here 4 1/2 years ago. In April we got new managers, again and they changed the pet policy to pets under 20 lbs with a $200 deposit half of it non-refundable.
I've moved in with Scott. He's been wanting me to move in for awhile. He's seen some of the houses I was looking at and said I deserve a better house in a nicer neighborhood. Of course those houses were about $10-20,000 more than I could afford. By living with him I can save at least $550 dollars a month. I told him I could pay him some sort of rent. I told him I wanted to have extended basic cable and that I'd pay for it, so that's $40 a month there. Every time I bring it up he says "We'll figure it out later"
~*~
Damn near every thing I own is in boxes in his guest bedroom or in a corner of the living room. I moved my couch, dresser and headboard with me and put the rest of the big stuff in storage. Will be going through the rest of the boxes and sorting what can go in storage and what can be donated and what can be trashed.
I took today off to get some stuff taken care of and I've got most of it done. The only thing I lack is calling a few places about car insurance and grocery shopping.
later
May 15th I was out with my realtor looking at houses. In front of one house was a stray puppy. I picked it up and carried it through the house. He wiggled and squirmed a bit but decided that being held is alright.
Short brown hair with a black muzzle and a black tail, his sad little eyes were dull. Hip bones were sticking out as were all ribs. Not easily visible, but clearly felt was his breastbone. After we looked at the house I told the realtor that I didn't feel comfortable leaving him behind and she said he could come with us. We looked at another house before she stopped at a gas station and I bought a small bag of dog food. Knowing he hadn't eaten for a while I just gave him a small handful after each house we stopped at. He slept in my arms the rest of the time. After going back to her office I went to PetsMart to get him a collar. He slept in the cart most of the time so fitting him wasn't a problem. There wasn't a vet on call at that PetsMart so I called Scott to let him know I was bringing home a puppy. His sister and brother-in-law were there for the weekend.
I called the PetsMart in Norman and made an appt for that afternoon. Since I didn't have a name for him she put in Stray. His nails were cut and he got some worm medicine. The vet wanted him to get a bit healthier and some weight gained before he would start his shots.
His sister suggested the name Bear since that's what he looked like, and with those big feet of his, it was obvious that he was going to be a big dog. I named him Whiskey after the horse in the old western The Villain staring Kirk Douglas and a very young Arnie Schwarneger.
Wanted to name him Rio after another horse in a western starring Lou Gosset Jr. but Whiskey seemed to suit him better.
After a week the little guy was beginning to fill out some and was very active and hyper as puppies are. The vet estimated his age at about 3 1/2 months when I found him. So I gave him the birthday of Feb 1.
Now his is a lively neutered 30 lb pup. When I bought the collar it was about as small as I could make it, now it's let out as far as it will go and it's almost too snug on him. He gets his last round of boosters in three weeks. And I'm looking around for a puppy class to enroll him into.
~*~
In other news June 27 was my last day in the apt that I got when I moved here 4 1/2 years ago. In April we got new managers, again and they changed the pet policy to pets under 20 lbs with a $200 deposit half of it non-refundable.
I've moved in with Scott. He's been wanting me to move in for awhile. He's seen some of the houses I was looking at and said I deserve a better house in a nicer neighborhood. Of course those houses were about $10-20,000 more than I could afford. By living with him I can save at least $550 dollars a month. I told him I could pay him some sort of rent. I told him I wanted to have extended basic cable and that I'd pay for it, so that's $40 a month there. Every time I bring it up he says "We'll figure it out later"
~*~
Damn near every thing I own is in boxes in his guest bedroom or in a corner of the living room. I moved my couch, dresser and headboard with me and put the rest of the big stuff in storage. Will be going through the rest of the boxes and sorting what can go in storage and what can be donated and what can be trashed.
I took today off to get some stuff taken care of and I've got most of it done. The only thing I lack is calling a few places about car insurance and grocery shopping.
later
Monday, April 05, 2004
still alive
Yes, I'm still here.
It's a long story so I'll sum up. Feb 14 me and Scott went to Little Sahara and ran the dunes in his 4x4 Jeep. His other friends that we were with had 4-wheelers. After chasing around for a while Scott's roommate, Ken got tired so Scott got on his quad. I didn't think much of it, but when I saw Ken show Scott how to shift gears I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I really wanted to tell him to get his ass off the quad and back in the jeep. But his friends we were with are all military and I didn't want to make a scene. Off he goes with a few other people. I stayed behind with someones girlfriend, Ken and someone else.
We talked and watched them go up and down the dunes. Then they were gone. At first I thought they were talking with some other guys that had a sand dune buggy. A guy came back and said "Hey, ya'll, I think Scott broke his wrist." My knees damn near went out from under me. So with Ken driving the jeep (I don't know standard transmission) We followed the guy down to the bottom of a dune where Scott was laying on his side, arm stretched out with a bone sticking out of the top of his wrist at a grotesque angle. The skin wasn't punctured, but it looked bad anyway. He had a cut above his eye and across the top of his nose and blood was dripping of the end of his nose and clotting in the sand.We put Scott in the jeep, I crawled into the back and Ken drove us back to where the others had camp.
The nearest hospital was Alva, 20-25 miles away. By this time Scott was looking very pale and had his eyes squeezed shut because the blood and sand was irritating his eyes. (He was wearing goggles, helmet and gloves) So I get into Scott's truck and we head to Alva. In Waynoka I had to make a turn and go through the middle of town a few blocks to get to the highway. I stopped at a stop sign and as I was making the turn Scott says he has to puke. Thankfully there were no cars parked infront of this business so I pulled parallel to the curb and he opened the door and yaked. After he closed the door I sat there for a few moments to let his stomach either settle or go for round two. When he nodded that he was ok I noticed that I had pulled infront of a cafe. Thank goodness it was closed because that would have been bad. A real life Barf-O-Rama like in the movie Stand By Me.
In Alva he gets stitched up, 4 across his broke nose and 3 in the eyelid just above the lashes. He gets lortab and his broke wrist splinted. They couldn't set a break that bad and called the bone and joint er in OKC to let them know we were on our way. They send us on our way a few hours later with his x-rays and more lortab. I also grabbed a puke bucket which Scott made offerings to regularly. The blood from his nose was draining to his stomach and after so much, his stomach would send it back. It's freaky watching someone puke blood. I was worried that he had internal injuries.
We go back to the little motel we were staying at. (When we checked in the night before it was close to midnight, the woman who runs it also lives there and was asleep. The ringer woke her and she opened the door and said she had put the key to our room under the mat. Just check in in the morning she said. God bless the Small Towns). The woman was running out. So we hung out in the room for about 45 minutes waiting for her to get back. After checking out we went back to Little Sahara. We trailered the jeep up there and I was not about to drive the truck with a loaded trailer behind it. One of the other guys offered to trailer it back home for us.
It was dark by the time we got to the other ER. They put him under consious sedation and set the bone and put it in a cast. After setting it they took him across the hall to x-ray it. The nurse stopped in front of the waiting area and I waved and asked where they were going. The nurse says x-ray and starts to round the corner. Scott rolls over enough to call out over his shoulder, 'next stop, autopsy' He doesn't remember saying it, but thinks it was damn funny. I thought my joke about rectal themometers was funny in Alva but he shot me daggers from under his closed eyes.
We get home and I told him as I ran a bath, 'babe, if you wanted a sponge bath for Valentine's, all you had to do was ask.'
About two weeks later he had surgery. I took the day off so I could take him there and bring him back. (later I learned from dad that my brother who smashed this thumb in a metal press was having a second surgery on his thumb at the same time Scott was having a plate put into his wrist).
To keep the cast dry he'd put a trash bag over it and secure it with a rubber band. For 4 weeks whenever I took a shower over there he'd get in with me, invited or not. He said it was the only time he could get his right arm-pit washed, get a good hair-washing and get his back dried.
The cast came off after 2 weeks and he wore a removable splint for a few weeks. He's been in physical therapy for almost 3 weeks.
So while helping him out around the house with stuff I was trying to get my finances sorted out (yes, again) and get started on getting a home loan. I really can't save much on my regular paycheck, so I've been working overtime and the overtime money goes into savings.
The last two Saturdays I've been out with a realtor looking at houses. Some are nice, some are shit but I haven't found 'the one' if such a house exhists. We did look at one in a cute cozy quiet area. It did need some new cabinets in the kitchen and new carpet and paint, but other than that I could see myself living there. The washer and dryer were in the garage, which I don't mind. I did mind that the only way to the garage was out the back door, around the little stoop and through another door. I told the realtor, S, that I've been walking a block 1 way in all weather to get my clothes to the laundry room at the apt complex for 4.5 years. I didn't want to go outside to get the laundry at my own house. The wall that the kitchen shared with the garage was long enough for a door. The back yard was nice, with a mature tree and a storage shed.
The houses I looked at near downtown in the historal district were cute. Some were in crappy neighborhoods and/or needed more work than I was willing to put into it. The two that I really liked only had 1 bathroom. I told S that I needed 2 bathrooms and that was non-negotiable.
And that brings us up to today. The mortgage process gives me a headache. The stress of looking for a home and whether or not I'll find one before mid May has my emotions going up and down and every which way. The stress is almost more than my zoloft can handle.
oh, and I cut 12-14" off my hair, bringing it up to the bottom of my belt loops on my favorite pair of jeans.
I've missed all ya'll.
It's a long story so I'll sum up. Feb 14 me and Scott went to Little Sahara and ran the dunes in his 4x4 Jeep. His other friends that we were with had 4-wheelers. After chasing around for a while Scott's roommate, Ken got tired so Scott got on his quad. I didn't think much of it, but when I saw Ken show Scott how to shift gears I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I really wanted to tell him to get his ass off the quad and back in the jeep. But his friends we were with are all military and I didn't want to make a scene. Off he goes with a few other people. I stayed behind with someones girlfriend, Ken and someone else.
We talked and watched them go up and down the dunes. Then they were gone. At first I thought they were talking with some other guys that had a sand dune buggy. A guy came back and said "Hey, ya'll, I think Scott broke his wrist." My knees damn near went out from under me. So with Ken driving the jeep (I don't know standard transmission) We followed the guy down to the bottom of a dune where Scott was laying on his side, arm stretched out with a bone sticking out of the top of his wrist at a grotesque angle. The skin wasn't punctured, but it looked bad anyway. He had a cut above his eye and across the top of his nose and blood was dripping of the end of his nose and clotting in the sand.We put Scott in the jeep, I crawled into the back and Ken drove us back to where the others had camp.
The nearest hospital was Alva, 20-25 miles away. By this time Scott was looking very pale and had his eyes squeezed shut because the blood and sand was irritating his eyes. (He was wearing goggles, helmet and gloves) So I get into Scott's truck and we head to Alva. In Waynoka I had to make a turn and go through the middle of town a few blocks to get to the highway. I stopped at a stop sign and as I was making the turn Scott says he has to puke. Thankfully there were no cars parked infront of this business so I pulled parallel to the curb and he opened the door and yaked. After he closed the door I sat there for a few moments to let his stomach either settle or go for round two. When he nodded that he was ok I noticed that I had pulled infront of a cafe. Thank goodness it was closed because that would have been bad. A real life Barf-O-Rama like in the movie Stand By Me.
In Alva he gets stitched up, 4 across his broke nose and 3 in the eyelid just above the lashes. He gets lortab and his broke wrist splinted. They couldn't set a break that bad and called the bone and joint er in OKC to let them know we were on our way. They send us on our way a few hours later with his x-rays and more lortab. I also grabbed a puke bucket which Scott made offerings to regularly. The blood from his nose was draining to his stomach and after so much, his stomach would send it back. It's freaky watching someone puke blood. I was worried that he had internal injuries.
We go back to the little motel we were staying at. (When we checked in the night before it was close to midnight, the woman who runs it also lives there and was asleep. The ringer woke her and she opened the door and said she had put the key to our room under the mat. Just check in in the morning she said. God bless the Small Towns). The woman was running out. So we hung out in the room for about 45 minutes waiting for her to get back. After checking out we went back to Little Sahara. We trailered the jeep up there and I was not about to drive the truck with a loaded trailer behind it. One of the other guys offered to trailer it back home for us.
It was dark by the time we got to the other ER. They put him under consious sedation and set the bone and put it in a cast. After setting it they took him across the hall to x-ray it. The nurse stopped in front of the waiting area and I waved and asked where they were going. The nurse says x-ray and starts to round the corner. Scott rolls over enough to call out over his shoulder, 'next stop, autopsy' He doesn't remember saying it, but thinks it was damn funny. I thought my joke about rectal themometers was funny in Alva but he shot me daggers from under his closed eyes.
We get home and I told him as I ran a bath, 'babe, if you wanted a sponge bath for Valentine's, all you had to do was ask.'
About two weeks later he had surgery. I took the day off so I could take him there and bring him back. (later I learned from dad that my brother who smashed this thumb in a metal press was having a second surgery on his thumb at the same time Scott was having a plate put into his wrist).
To keep the cast dry he'd put a trash bag over it and secure it with a rubber band. For 4 weeks whenever I took a shower over there he'd get in with me, invited or not. He said it was the only time he could get his right arm-pit washed, get a good hair-washing and get his back dried.
The cast came off after 2 weeks and he wore a removable splint for a few weeks. He's been in physical therapy for almost 3 weeks.
So while helping him out around the house with stuff I was trying to get my finances sorted out (yes, again) and get started on getting a home loan. I really can't save much on my regular paycheck, so I've been working overtime and the overtime money goes into savings.
The last two Saturdays I've been out with a realtor looking at houses. Some are nice, some are shit but I haven't found 'the one' if such a house exhists. We did look at one in a cute cozy quiet area. It did need some new cabinets in the kitchen and new carpet and paint, but other than that I could see myself living there. The washer and dryer were in the garage, which I don't mind. I did mind that the only way to the garage was out the back door, around the little stoop and through another door. I told the realtor, S, that I've been walking a block 1 way in all weather to get my clothes to the laundry room at the apt complex for 4.5 years. I didn't want to go outside to get the laundry at my own house. The wall that the kitchen shared with the garage was long enough for a door. The back yard was nice, with a mature tree and a storage shed.
The houses I looked at near downtown in the historal district were cute. Some were in crappy neighborhoods and/or needed more work than I was willing to put into it. The two that I really liked only had 1 bathroom. I told S that I needed 2 bathrooms and that was non-negotiable.
And that brings us up to today. The mortgage process gives me a headache. The stress of looking for a home and whether or not I'll find one before mid May has my emotions going up and down and every which way. The stress is almost more than my zoloft can handle.
oh, and I cut 12-14" off my hair, bringing it up to the bottom of my belt loops on my favorite pair of jeans.
I've missed all ya'll.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
refinanced and in the red
I called around to a few banks looking for a lower interest rate on my car loan. I called my bank and they said they could drop it to 6.5%, down from 7%. How white of you, thank you. Here, slap the other cheek just so I can have a matched pair. Found a bank that offered me 5.75% which is the best I was able to find. So the next day I hot-footed it over there and got it all taken care of.
My payments had been $300 a month but with the new loan I stetched the term to 36 month and now have a $215/mo loan. This way I can put an extra $80 on the priciple every month since I'm already budgeted for that amount, and when things get tight, (like that have been this month) I don't have to worry about defaulting.
I was rambling on about this to Scott over the phone last week. He said he was very happy that I knew about budgets and money. His ex didn't. She had 5 or 6 jobs a year and spent a lot of money. It wasn't until after they were divorced that she called to thank him about being so anal about staying on a budget so she could spend and still come home to a warm house and dinner.
Then today I checked my balance and my online credit card payment went through a day before I expected it to, and it showed me as being $13 in the red. ACK!
So I called the bank to find out how much the overdraft charge would be. She said I'm not technially overdrawn right now, if I can make a deposit by closing time, then I will stay in the black. So I moved over $40 so I could cover the credit card payment and get groceries. And sometime between midnight tonight and Friday my paycheck will be deposited. YES!!!!!!!
And for the first time in many months I'll have a nice cushion and not worry about asking mom for more money.
My payments had been $300 a month but with the new loan I stetched the term to 36 month and now have a $215/mo loan. This way I can put an extra $80 on the priciple every month since I'm already budgeted for that amount, and when things get tight, (like that have been this month) I don't have to worry about defaulting.
I was rambling on about this to Scott over the phone last week. He said he was very happy that I knew about budgets and money. His ex didn't. She had 5 or 6 jobs a year and spent a lot of money. It wasn't until after they were divorced that she called to thank him about being so anal about staying on a budget so she could spend and still come home to a warm house and dinner.
Then today I checked my balance and my online credit card payment went through a day before I expected it to, and it showed me as being $13 in the red. ACK!
So I called the bank to find out how much the overdraft charge would be. She said I'm not technially overdrawn right now, if I can make a deposit by closing time, then I will stay in the black. So I moved over $40 so I could cover the credit card payment and get groceries. And sometime between midnight tonight and Friday my paycheck will be deposited. YES!!!!!!!
And for the first time in many months I'll have a nice cushion and not worry about asking mom for more money.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
yeah, so?
I missed the whole Janet's boob brew-ha-ha. I did see her singing, but when that Justin whoever came out, I told Scott he could channel surf and he did for a few minutes until the second half started. Which was delayed by a streaker. I figured the streaker would be the talk come Monday. Wrong.
I don't know what the big deal was. I figured it was planned, who wears star shapped pasties (some have said it was some sort of pierced nipple jewlery) if they don't expect to have their top ripped off.
The primaries are today in Oklahoma and 6 other states. The Gazette, an alternative newspaper here, had a little table of each candidate and their views on the big issues. There's one twit who's running that claims the attacks on NYC and the Pentagon were a failed coup d'etat by someone(s) in the US military. He also wants some former Iraqi deputy prime minister freed.
Other than that, things are going quite well for me. For some reason my house was tres stinky when I came home from work. I could smell it in the breezeway outside my door. My first thought was that I forgot to take out the trash. But the only thing in my trash was junk mail and a little bit of peach cobbler. The stink smelled like steamed caulflower. I hate caulflower, steamed or otherwise. I did two loads of dishes last night, so the sink was empty, there was nothing stuffed down the garbage disposal and never disposed of. So I sprayed air freshner and lit a candle. I can still smell the stink.
I don't know what the big deal was. I figured it was planned, who wears star shapped pasties (some have said it was some sort of pierced nipple jewlery) if they don't expect to have their top ripped off.
The primaries are today in Oklahoma and 6 other states. The Gazette, an alternative newspaper here, had a little table of each candidate and their views on the big issues. There's one twit who's running that claims the attacks on NYC and the Pentagon were a failed coup d'etat by someone(s) in the US military. He also wants some former Iraqi deputy prime minister freed.
Other than that, things are going quite well for me. For some reason my house was tres stinky when I came home from work. I could smell it in the breezeway outside my door. My first thought was that I forgot to take out the trash. But the only thing in my trash was junk mail and a little bit of peach cobbler. The stink smelled like steamed caulflower. I hate caulflower, steamed or otherwise. I did two loads of dishes last night, so the sink was empty, there was nothing stuffed down the garbage disposal and never disposed of. So I sprayed air freshner and lit a candle. I can still smell the stink.
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