SPCA....GOOD AND BAD

 I am pretty annoyed with the spca right now.  Since when was it okay for a society that purports to save animals and broker them to the public, pass on dogs with permanent disabilities and doesn't disclose them?  Basically it would cost me five hundred bucks a month to keep Floppy comfortable.  Well that ain't happening.

The spca here had Floppy for two full months.  The previous breeding owner went in after he was surrendered voluntarily to visit him.  And it was clear within one day when we brought him home that he had problems.  I googled it and made the discovery that due to his skin issues and smell and infected ears he had a massive yeast infection.  The first loser veterinary clinic was expensive and useless.  The second one was amazing.

His issue is inherited and permanent.  The vet was pretty angry.  She said that when a dog has this genetic inherited issue you absolutely can't let them breed, which of course is exactly what the jerk was doing with him.  And the spca was well aware of the yeast...and they did NOT tell us.  I am pissed off at that blatant irresponsibility.  We are left holding the bag, thank you very much.  Fortunately this vet understands and is doing everything she can to minimize his horrible discomfort and the depletion of my pocket book.  Not happy about that but very happy with the dog.  He is probably the best most fun smart dog I have ever owned....with the exception of his health.  (shovel list)

Ewwwwww....my house is really smelling odd.  The three prominent odours are Floppy himself, his awful terrible farts and his cooking dog food.  He will NOT eat his new tofu based dog food.  It seems dogs are also resistant to vegan meals.

He likes carrots so I chopped up three big carrots and mixed it with a couple cups of his dog food and I put that in the steamer and I am steaming them both together.  When they both are soft enough I will cool it and mash it and see if he will willingly eat it.  And the smell of cooking vegan dog food really sucks.

I promise I will not talk about the dog again.  I really get bored and tired of dog talk.  The only one that is worse is horse talk. Jeez...what is there interesting to say about freaking horses? Now cat talk is okay because cats are crazy and cross the line constantly and that makes cat talk funny.  And do not even bring up pet bird stories. I get visions of fly swatters or hammers when I hear endless bird talk.

I just heard from Cookie, and I see she left a message down below, she will be home after Xmas and I can go visit!!!  I can't wait!!!  I just love those two people.  And I love the way Brian tells such funny jokes and poor Cook gets so annoyed with him.  Probably if he was my husband I would be annoyed too but when it is them it is just funny.  Don't tell her I said this!!!  Hahahaha!!!!

Have I mentioned metformin on here before?  It is a very good drug for controlling blood sugar and something else to do with diabetes but I don't remember what.  For the vast majority of people it is like a miracle drug.  It is made from lilac trees in France or something like that.

Well for another bunch of us it is evil.  When I first started it I was in Maui.  In Costco doing our just arrived shopping, my stomach started to visibly grow, and grow, and my baggy shirt got tight, and it grew some more.  I became scared and ran to find Spod.  (I feel like I have already told you guys this).  I found him and in a panicked whisper showed him my extremely tight, you could have bounced a ball off of it, stomach.  He said that that is what metformin does when you first start taking it.  I thought I was going to explode open right there in the store so I waddled out to the car.  I figured I would explode in the car....still painful but not so embarrassing.  

As the months, then years passed by I turned out to be one of those that continuously had ridiculous side effects.  Sudden explosive you know whats, (I would have to dash into the sugar cane when we were driving around, now we call it sugar cane runs). Even the wee visiting grandchildren called it that and knew what it was.  And I single handedly am keeping Gravol 100's in business...and none of that ginger crap, straight up knock you out stuff.  I have gravol in my wallet and every outdoor pocket and every nook and cranny in the house and both vehicles.  

Okay enough of that.  I need to go mash carrots and vegan dog food.  Fortunately Monte has taken the dog out.  When he gets back it is Floppy bath time.  Should be a hell of a ride...bathing a 100pound (48Kilos)  reluctant dead weight dog.  (shovel list)

Gotta go.  TFL and TTYL

did I tell you I am going to hell?  All thanks to that asshole company Telus.  I have said every swear in the world dealing with them.  My swear jar overflowith.  I have to phone them tomorrow.  I hate them.

IF YOU ARE A SWIFTY BETTER SKIP THIS ONE

 I can't even say sorry to those that like T Swift.  I honestly cannot stand her music.  It is the most boring forgettable pop crap on the radio.  I can honestly say I can't think of one song she has sung.

That being said, I am completely appalled at how much money has been spent on tickets to see her.  Shame on her!!!  At this time when everyone is whining about not enough money in their pot they can pull out thousands of dollars for two hours of bad music!!!!  Where are the parents?  Would this not be a good time to teach kids priorities?  What an indulgent spoiled world we westerners live in!!!

I guess a Swifty could launch back at those of us that cruise.  On average cruises cost about five thousand dollars.  But it is two weeks of fun, not two hours.  And just think, five kids could have gone to a concert for that amount of money.  I get the kids...I had kids who were gaga over Guns and Roses or Backstreet boys or Mars Volta, the same level of fervour.  But the tickets were maybe a hundred dollars, not thousands.  They were cheap enough the kid could kick in half easily.  But Swifty tickets?  I don't think so.

Anyway, enough of that.  I am sounding like an old curmudgeon which is fine because I am.  One thing about aging, you get smarter and you get waaaay less tolerant with stupidity.

The next thing on my list is laundry.  I have garbage bags, the extra large ones that are hard to find, full of dirty laundry.  Before I leave for Vancouver I must get most of it done.  I am going to let the household know that I will be usurping the machines for a couple of days.

When I bought that washer and dryer set I purposely purchased extra huge and gargantuous ones.  I had duvets and Monte's jeans in mind.  The first time I used them I discovered a true disadvantage to this.  It had to do with my stomach.

Due to the size of my gargantuous stomach, bending over to reach the suctioned to the bottom clothes (the spinning cycle is like a turbo hurricane and sucks everything to the bottom of the barrel) I found I could not reach the bottom.  My stomach was a definite impediment. What the hell?  My only defence to this silliness is that I bought them online, sight unseen so no chance to try them out, not that I would have.  Like who bends into a washing machine to see if they can reach the bottom before buying?  That would be no one!!!!

The only way to solve that is to use Bill's grabber.  If you don't know what that is google image 'grabber'.  Those are for people who can't bend over...like Bill was.  I went to get it and couldn't find it in this house that bares/bears the name "I CAN'T FIND IT'. So over the rim of the barrel, legs kicking in the air, I repeat until all has been removed.  Later I find laundry bruises on my said impediment.

So now it is packing time.  I leave on the 23rd and come home on Jan 3rd ish.  I firstly go park on April's street somewhere and then Arnie will pick me up to go to hers until the 28th.  Then I go to April's.  I am hoping they plan to go out New Years Eve.  I can babysit Leeloo.  On the second I am meeting Graeme for lunch or supper depending on his work hours.  Then probably home on the 3rd.

  I am really looking forward to the holidays.  I don't like to leave the Port family for too long but I would love to go see Cookie.  I don't even know if she is busy or not.  She travels a lot and still does the Granny Nanny thing (lucky girl!) sometimes.  For a best friend I hardly ever see her.  It is time.  We have lots of family gossip to catch up on.  A bff is one person where gossip isn't really gossip.  It is unloading crap in a gossipy healing way!

Thats it for today.  Mr dog has to go out and it is blowing and raining like crazy out there.  He will have to be pushed down the deck stairs.  So talk to you in a few days.  Have fun getting ready for the holidays!!!!  Do some baking and EAT IT!!!!!! 

TFL and TTYL

MY THREE FOOT 600 LIGHTS TREE

 

A POST ON THE FLY!!!

 We are having an unusually busy day today.  Normally we are sitting around, drinking coffee, rocking the ol' rockin' chair, brushing the dog, reminding someone to take the stinking garbage out, watching Judge Judy.  (It used to be Jerry Springer but he seems to be gone)  Just your average day.  But today is busy.

One thing on the list is taking Floppy to the vet....again.  (freaking shovel list). The last vet charged us 185 bucks for two little bottles of drugs for his yeast infection (we think).  I wasn't there and Monte was the one to hear what the vet had to say.  He doesn't remember much.

Well as long as the dog was taking the drugs he improved and got better.  The minute the drugs stopped it came right back.  He is insanely itchy to the point where he has scratched and licked all the hair off  his 'down there'.  I would keep a cone on him but he knocks everything over and he is just plain miserably itchy and sore.  One of his ears also has now become infected.  I am NOT happy with that vet.  If this is what has to be done every two months to keep him happy, well I just might entertain the idea that he will have to go back to the spca.  I cannot afford to keep drugging him but he can't be in misery forever either. 

The other thing, that vet charges a hundred bucks for a missed appointment.  They tried to tell me I missed an appointment on Oct 15, when I was out in the middle of the ocean on a cruise.  Like hell I did.  It will be a cold day in hell before they see another dime out of me.

So we have made an appointment at a different vet.  I am going this time and I have some pretty direct questions.  I think I will tell them that if they can't cure it please just tell me and our next stop will be the spca.  Actually I don't think I would actually do that.  We are now bonded with that stupid animal but I don't have endless pots of money to keep trying to fix an unfixable problem.  I think I will give him one of the anti yeast pills women take.  They are only 25 bucks, not two hundred.  Grrrrrr.....  We will see.

I have bought two new piano books to work on.  I am excited.  But my problem was my eyes.  One eye is good...the other not so much.  It transposes whatever is on the right over to the left, but it leaves the original placement there.  So it is a warped double exposure.  When I read I either shut my bad eye or cover it with something, a piece of paper or my hand and then I can see the printing properly. 

In the past I have purchased eye patches but I really do not like them.  They are uncomfortable in unpredictable ways.  Like when you blink.  Who knew scraping eyelashes could feel so gritty?  And who knew eyelids could get super sweaty?  No.  I do not like them.

I was looking at them yearningly on Amazon once again just in case there was some kind of new invention when BOOM!!! there it was!!!!  An eye patch that fit over your glasses!!!  It took Ange and I half an hour to figure out how it worked but when we did it was magical!!!!!  It doesn't bother me and I could read properly.  So now there is no excuse!  Piano is back on the to do list!

Well thats enough about me....(hahahaha....when you write a blog it always ends up being about the me writing it).  If I can figure out how to put a video on here I will post my first accomplished song!!!!  Lucky you guys!!!  I promise it won't be a xmas carol.  TFL and TTYL

OH GLORIOUS ME...SIGH