First, I would like to apologize for my lack of blog these past few weeks. A lot has happened since my last post over a month ago. I say that with my tongue firmly planted in my cheek. We really haven’t done much except emulate road kill.
My husband and I have been ill with some kind of strep throat thingy that acted like strep throat, but wasn’t. Whatever that is. It felt like ebola of the neck, with a clogging vat of rhino-virus thrown in. We got it from my mother-in-law. This is a woman who has the immune system of a yogurt eating Tibetan. You know the ones. They live in the mountains with yaks, 16,000 feet above sea level. They eat roasted barley and live 3,000 cavity-free years before dying peacefully in their sleep. Dying with strong nails, a full head of hair, and all their ivory teeth intact like elephant tusks. This is my mother-in-law Margaret. Except she is much, much, much younger (2,928 years younger), and unable to kill a charging lion with her right incisor. And I don’t think she’s ever seen a yak. She lives in Oklahoma.
Anyway, we got the flu from her. We do this every year. She always says, “I felt a bit dizzy this morning, but I’m fine now.” My husband always says, “It was probably just the weather change.” Then the following day, my husband and I are always deathly ill with whatever made her momentarily dizzy. She could be one of those missionaries who work in a leper colony – one of those people who thrive without antibiotics, shelter, or clean drinking water. Too bad the only things my husband inherited from her was her hair and teeth.
However, we are up and running now, but this week we have been trying to catch up on taking care of all the things that we let slide. Like the housework. Messy doesn’t even begin to cover the wreck that was my house. There were so many leaves on the carpet, I had to rake my floor before I could vacuum. And the bathroom looked like a horking cat had been locked up in it for weeks until all the hairballs had been evacuated. Two days ago I cleaned it all up.
But cleaning it all up took me only one day of hard labor. I had help. I had help in the form of a 2.5 lb poodle that I’m “babysitting”.
Here he is in his camo jacket. I’m not as insane as you think. It was cold out and had iced over in the night. Do you have any idea how hard it is to squeeze a morning pee out of a tiny, shivering dog? It was either the camouflage jacket, or the pink and black polka-dotted sweater with pom-poms. Poor little guy.
Here he is naked:
Brutus is a “rescue” dog that came to live with me and my mother. Let me explain that. I do not live with my mother, but two other dogs do – Fritz and Noodle (another rescued dog). My mother got Brutus for me, but since my schedule doesn’t allow for caring for a dog 24/7, we have decided to divvy him up. He loves it. At my house he gets undivided one-on-one attention, and at my mother’s house he gets to play with the other dogs.
I don’t know . . . Does he look spoiled to you?
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And now, to watch a funny video – click on the link below and watch with the sound up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLdQ3UhLoD4&feature=related