I’m going to fire my dogwalker tomorrow. For the past six months-year, she’s been coming very late; so late that she often gets there after I get home. And even on nights when I’ve gone out after work.
It’s always something; car broke down, locked out of car, ill relative, weather, running late. I’ve spoken to her several times about this, but last night was the final straw. She called me at 8:30 (I’ve asked her to call if she’ll be later than 7) and left a message that she probably wouldn’t be there before 9:15 because she’d locked her keys in the car. By the time I got the message, it was already 9:30, so I assumed she’d just gone ahead and walked Junebug anyhow.
She hadn’t. When I got home at 10, the lights were out, the leash was where I had left it that morning, and the poor dog was practically knocking down the door to get out.
Junebug loves her. But what am I paying her for, if she walks my dog only moments before I arrive home anyhow?
Would it kill you to bury your poop once in a while?
Love,
Mom
P.S. Thank you very much for wiping your ass on the bathmat.
It looks like I will be in contract on my apartment soon, with an offer comfortably over the asking price. And it’s going to close in mid-to-late May.
Which got me thinking: my current assignment will probably have wrapped up, or will be wrapping up, by then. And yet I don’t have the kind of cash (or, frankly, credit rating) that will allow me to jump right into a new rental without asking my aunt for a short-term loan (or, god forbid, ask her to co-sign a lease), and I really don’t want to do that.
But I’m gonna need a place to live, which is complicated by the fact that I also need a place to park my pets.
And it hit me: why not get a summer sublet somewhere like Halifax or Montreal? Halifax is essentially a college town, which means there are plenty of sublets available, plus summer’s a great time of year to be there. And Montreal is, well, it’s Montreal. Both places have low housing costs, and Montreal has good public transit. Each is a relatively reasonable drive from New York, and I could probably Shanghai a friend into making the trip with a bribe of furniture or electronics.
I could sure use some planned time off, versus “Oh, shit, now I’m out of work; what the hell am I gonna do?” time off.
Thoughts?
The kitties are left in peace to groom each other.
It’s really a shame, looking at this shot, that I was downloading just as Zuzu threw her leg over Sugarplum’s shoulder so Sugarplum could lick her ass:
So, I was walking Junebug yesterday morning and blood started coming out of her bum, followed by a stream of diarrhea. The diarrhea alone wouldn’t have alarmed me, but then there was the blood. Even still, the last time something like this happened, back in April, there wasn’t any real cause for alarm — the vet then didn’t feel anything in her belly or anus, there were no parasites, she was eating and drinking normally, etc.
So I figured I’d watch her for a few days to see if anything happened, do the bland diet thing, and not drag her to the vet (which she hates) unnecessarily. But then she jumped as I did a little exploratory poking around her belly, and I figured a trip to the vet would be wise.
And lo and behold! She’s got something hard in her colon, that was probably scraping out intestinal lining as it passed through. And also causing gas — which explains who was responsible for the toxic-waste SBD farts. I knew it wasn’t me, but I couldn’t figure out which of the pets was the culprit, since there were always at least two in the vicinity whenever the aroma wafted my way.
I guess you really *can* blame it on the dog!
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