Could there be anything more boring to read about?
I doubt it.
But this might surprise you -
I actually left work and went home sick!
Yep. I was trying to tap this post out on my phone (in between letting my boarding dogs outside to potty) and my head was swirling every time I stood up, it occurred to me that I have never been completely 100% well, in a long time.
I'll get to the edge, almost feeling really good and healthy and then BAM!
Back to sick and tired.
SO, I finished up what HAD to be done.
I wrote out notes and instructions and then took my files up to the office and told them that I was sick and going home!
I know. How dull. This is such a fascinating blog post.
Blah, blah, blah.
I used to read a particular blog and while I liked the author, she moaned and belly-ached so much that I had to stop, it was too depressing.
I thought about her today and realized, I'm pretty much the same.
I mean, who wants to read that?
So, I'm focusing on the NEW YEAR and all the things I will accomplish!
I'm going to blog more about Art and no more whining.
But FIRST, just a tad bit more! Lol!
Currently it's packed at work.
One of the differences between our clinic kennel and a regular kennel is that we cater to the old, frail and sick.
That means boarding animals that other places might turn away because of all the "extra" medical issues.
Right now I'm caring for this guy -
I make sure he's eating and that he gets his twice daily medications.
Luckily he's a sweetheart.
I also am taking care of a couple of diabetic dogs (different families) who must have insulin injections twice a day.
But only after they have eaten something.
If they don't eat, I need to get creative and find something they do like.
One of them is a regular boarder and he's easy to care for.
The other is elderly, blind and finicky.
He will be here for 3 weeks.
Then we took in a rescue dog.
He actually jumped into a client's car as she was delivering meals to house-bound people.
She said she couldn't bring herself to make him get out.
He had a huge prong collar on and was filthy.
Big patches of hair were missing from his back
And his head tilted and he walked at an angle as though he had been hit by something or someone on that side.
One of the techs gave him a good bath and I've been taking care of him ever since.
The Rescue is going through the proper steps and fortunately his old owners haven't bothered to look for him.
One of the rescue people said that sadly those owners probably will just go get another dog.
He actually has been very easy to care for.
He's calm and quiet and gently takes treats from me.
He pays no mind to other dogs as they walk past his kennel.
No aggression at all.
But when he sees a cat! Omg! He does NOT like cats.
I find that odd, that he could care less about little yappy dogs but hates cats so much!
Who knows, maybe something bad happened between him and a cat?!
Here at the clinic, they did a skin scrape on him and it's not a staph infection or anything.
Hopefully with proper diet and care, it will grow back.
Rescue will be taking him on Monday.
(Which is good because I will need the kennel space for the Holidays.)
Finally, and I suppose I should just put this in a separate post but...
I fostered (?) a little dog for 3 weeks.
He said so far nothing was working and I wished him luck with that.
Then one Friday night as I was about to leave work, they called me up front.
The owner was in tears. He just couldn't keep her, he said and he couldn't bear to take her to a shelter. He wanted to know if I'd take her or find her a good home.
So I took her.
I told everyone that she was much too young for me to keep and that I would find her a home.
No one believed me.
But there was no doubt in my own head and even if there had been, I quickly realized she would never work in my home.
My other dogs have clicked into place like puzzle pieces, like it was always meant to be, but not CeCe.
My Ping, who always has to be in my lap or close to me, quickly hated her.
CeCe wanted to be in my lap!
Ping would climb on top of her and push her away with her butt.
When I slept, CeCe would try to snuggle up to me but Ping would have a fit and they would battle and I would have sit up and stop it by throwing the comforter over them.
In the meantime I had contacted a very sweet woman I knew whose little dog had passed months back.
I told her I had THE dog for her and sent photos.
She said she had to have her!
She was getting her carpets replaced and then she would be out of town for a week over Thanksgiving.
So I told her no problem. I'd take care of CeCe until she got back.
So... CeCe was mostly good.
She LOVED playing with Ricochet.
But she was bossy and would get into the other dogs faces.
One day she decided to take Jimmy on, over a toy.
He quickly wrestled her and pulled it away but she was having none of it and tried to battle him!
She ended up with a good scratch on her head.
You can see in the photo where the scratch (tooth mark?) was still healing above her right eye.
Luckily I was able to grab CeCe away before a major incident!
Finally the day came and CeCe met her new mommy!
She had bought CeCe a coat and jeweled collar and a matching leash and a new bed and lots of toys.
They were both overjoyed to meet each other and were instantly the very best of friends.
My friend then suffered a loss in the family the very next week and she said having CeCe to hold and love, helped her through such a difficult time.
Yes, it was meant to be.
Just a few of the things going on that have left me tired.
So now I will stop complaining.
I'll try not to write about it any more.
I'm even pondering about possibly letting this blog fall silent.... for a while,
or maybe forever?
I'm thinking about just go full force on my Art blog after the New Year.
(once I get it up and running and connected to my dot.com)
I mean, I'd still write my stories...
I have a few more things to share.
But NEXT year maybe just short ones
and doing an illustration with them.
Or maybe some days-
just the illustration...
Oh, I don't know!
I'm starting to feel very achy and I'm getting the chills....maybe it's the flu!?
Oops! No more belly-aching!