Learning through half-open eyelids
So the medicine appears to be working. I've felt better the last couple days. But I've also felt estrmlydrowz amst alldayhuh ya i likk pizza.
I'm supposed to take the pills twice a day (one of them thrice daily). so. feel better, or get an education? hmmm. choices.
I had to take a make-up mid-term today, and I waited until I got to question 60 of 70 before popping the pills. I'm all about compromise.
The gang at the Humane Society this afternoon was pleased to hear I was a pappy, though I was dismayed to see that not much had changed. Tiger, Chester, and Mickee were all still there, and Trey had returned from being adopted earlier (I don't know why). Plus, they had only recently reopened from a kennel-wide disease -- I had gone to volunteer the day before I left for my son's birth, but the dog kennel had been shut down due to an outbreak of parvo; unfortunately, four-month-old Puddin' had died from it. :-(
Mickee was still a little skittish, but after I walked a few dogs, she really seemed to want to go out and was wagging her tail as I approached. But after I got her outside and she did her business, she was her old look-sideways-at-me self, hunched over, almost low-crawling. I tried to get her across the street so we could get away from traffic (and I could give her a jumbone I had smuggled in for her), but halfway across the street, she darted backwards and slipped out of her collar. Fortunately, she's like the old guy in Shawshank Redemption, and would rather be in prison than anywhere, and she ran right to the front door of the shelter.
I tried to get her into a socialization room to just get her used to humans, but she was freaking out, so I walked her into her kennel, and sat down in there with her.
Fortunately, there weren't a lot of customers in there at the time. I am unadoptable. My wife seems fond of me.
I'll close with a silly picture of Lady Jane.
I'm supposed to take the pills twice a day (one of them thrice daily). so. feel better, or get an education? hmmm. choices.
I had to take a make-up mid-term today, and I waited until I got to question 60 of 70 before popping the pills. I'm all about compromise.
The gang at the Humane Society this afternoon was pleased to hear I was a pappy, though I was dismayed to see that not much had changed. Tiger, Chester, and Mickee were all still there, and Trey had returned from being adopted earlier (I don't know why). Plus, they had only recently reopened from a kennel-wide disease -- I had gone to volunteer the day before I left for my son's birth, but the dog kennel had been shut down due to an outbreak of parvo; unfortunately, four-month-old Puddin' had died from it. :-(
Mickee was still a little skittish, but after I walked a few dogs, she really seemed to want to go out and was wagging her tail as I approached. But after I got her outside and she did her business, she was her old look-sideways-at-me self, hunched over, almost low-crawling. I tried to get her across the street so we could get away from traffic (and I could give her a jumbone I had smuggled in for her), but halfway across the street, she darted backwards and slipped out of her collar. Fortunately, she's like the old guy in Shawshank Redemption, and would rather be in prison than anywhere, and she ran right to the front door of the shelter.
I tried to get her into a socialization room to just get her used to humans, but she was freaking out, so I walked her into her kennel, and sat down in there with her.
Fortunately, there weren't a lot of customers in there at the time. I am unadoptable. My wife seems fond of me.
I'll close with a silly picture of Lady Jane.
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