1. They make handheld mixers much more powerful than they used to be. I bought myself one today at Walmart for ridiculously cheap ($6!!!) and used it to whip up a pound cake for Corey...on low, it almost blew the mix out of the bowl! Cool! I still love my stand mixer, but the hand held job is good for quick stuff.
2. Dogs really love pumpkin. I sort of figured that out on my own when we were carving our pumpkins this year and Quinn and Lily kept sneaking up to steal the pumpkin guts from the pile on the floor. I proved the point to myself when I purposely bought them a can of pumpkin today and fed them some. Just a tablespoon each, to see if they liked it for real. Judging by the slurping, they loved it. Our dogs are apparently going organic, due to their perpetual stomach distress. Now they are being fed kibbles, rice and pumpkin. Did you know you can get a gigantic 25 pound bag of rice at BJs for around $10? That'll be enough to feed those mutts for two or three months!
3. Milo is growing up. He officially graduated from a car seat to a backless booster seat in the truck today. At least now he'll have lots more leg room! This is a sad moment for me, as all the car seats are now up in the attic, gathering dust. He used to be so small....Although the kid did freak me out this afternoon while we were picking out his booster seat, and told me that he wants a baby sister. I almost died right there in Walmart. I saved the day by telling him that if he has a baby sister, he'll have to share his room and his stuff. Milo then said "Oh. Never mind!"
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Milo's Class Photo
This is Milo's first official class picture!!Featured are:
Back row, from right to left: Ms. Phoebe, Nolan, Nicholas, Milo, Destin (Milo's best bud at school), Nathan, Ms. Brenda, Cody, Chadwick
Middle row: Joe'l (pronounced Joelle), Noelle, Kaitlyn, Madison, Angelina, Christine, Aaron (another of Milo's good friends)
Front row: Connor, Alex, Ayush, Joshua, Andrew, Jayden
PS: No the wall isn't really scribbled on like that, I took the name out of the picture (in a rather sloppy fashion) for privacy purposes.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Pup update
Quinn is doing much, much better. He was perky and HUNGRY this morning, but he's only allowed to eat small amounts of food for a few days. Quinn also knows that I had something to do with making him feel better; he gave me a giant hug this morning as soon as I got out of bed, and was hanging out with me on the couch a lot; two things he never does as he's not normally the world's most affectionate dog.
His poop situation is a lot better too; not as much bloody gunk and not diarrhea.
We're all glad he's almost back to his usual hyper self. Milo told me that Quinn needs to get a flu shot so he doesn't get sick again. What Quinn really needs is a chill pill so he quits worrying about everything!
The furball certainly dodged the silver bullet on this one!
His poop situation is a lot better too; not as much bloody gunk and not diarrhea.
We're all glad he's almost back to his usual hyper self. Milo told me that Quinn needs to get a flu shot so he doesn't get sick again. What Quinn really needs is a chill pill so he quits worrying about everything!
The furball certainly dodged the silver bullet on this one!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Quinn the wonder pup
Today was a totally weird day. It started off with a bang when the stoopid coffee filter collapsed on itself and my morning java was full of grounds. I don't enjoy my coffee with chunks, thank you very much.
Then Quinn wandered by when I was trying to drink my chunky coffee and I noticed that he stunk really badly. I also noticed that there seemed to be poop blobs in a trail from the direction he had come. I checked out his butt and he had some nasty diarrhea going on back there. Into the tub Quinn went, for a butt bath. I also took the opportunity to give him a hair cut and cut back all the fuzz that grows around Quinn's butt, because I didn't want to have to give him another butt bath when I got home from work today.
That grossed me out, but apparently not enough. then I went outside to do poop patrol, and realized that Quinn's poop was mostly blood. It was all over the patio. I panicked a little bit, then got my act together and called the vet. They couldn't see him until noon today, so I had to take the day off from work. Milo went to school as usual, because I had no idea what was going to happen at the vet appointment.
Meanwhile, Quinn refused to eat (he hasn't eaten since Sunday night, and then not very well) and pretty much just laid around. Except when I took Lily outside, Quinn came along and played with her for a little bit.
I took Quinn to his vet appointment as scheduled and it turns out that if I hadn't gotten him in there, he probably would have died today. He was suffering from something called hemorraghic gastroenteritis, in which his body essential attacks itself and blood starts leaking from the stomach and intestines. High stress dogs (like Quinn) are prone to this, which I did not know before today, because their anxiety levels weaken their immune systems and allow too much of a certain type of bacteria to form in their guts, which leads to dehydration and the internal bleeding. The doc gave Quinn subcutaneous fluids and some antibiotics, along with some medicine to take to help his internal parts heal. She really wanted me to take him for emergency care, but we can't afford that. Our only option is to wait and see if Quinn can conquer this on his own. So far so good. She said that the first 10 hours or so were critical, and that if Quinn lives through tonight, he will fully recover. Quinn did eat some rice and a handful of dog food, and has been taking his medicine like a good boy. Plus he's been drinking a lot more in the last few hours than he was in the past few days, so we think he will be okay.
The thing that upsets me the most about this experience is that I almost didn't go out to do poop patrol this morning. I was in a total rush to get ready for work, after having to take the extra time to give the dog a bath and hair cut, and almost skipped the poop scoop routine. If I hadn't gone out there and seen the bloody poop, I never would have gotten Quinn to the vet in time, and we would have come home to a dead dog. I guess everything does happen for a reason.
Then Quinn wandered by when I was trying to drink my chunky coffee and I noticed that he stunk really badly. I also noticed that there seemed to be poop blobs in a trail from the direction he had come. I checked out his butt and he had some nasty diarrhea going on back there. Into the tub Quinn went, for a butt bath. I also took the opportunity to give him a hair cut and cut back all the fuzz that grows around Quinn's butt, because I didn't want to have to give him another butt bath when I got home from work today.
That grossed me out, but apparently not enough. then I went outside to do poop patrol, and realized that Quinn's poop was mostly blood. It was all over the patio. I panicked a little bit, then got my act together and called the vet. They couldn't see him until noon today, so I had to take the day off from work. Milo went to school as usual, because I had no idea what was going to happen at the vet appointment.
Meanwhile, Quinn refused to eat (he hasn't eaten since Sunday night, and then not very well) and pretty much just laid around. Except when I took Lily outside, Quinn came along and played with her for a little bit.
I took Quinn to his vet appointment as scheduled and it turns out that if I hadn't gotten him in there, he probably would have died today. He was suffering from something called hemorraghic gastroenteritis, in which his body essential attacks itself and blood starts leaking from the stomach and intestines. High stress dogs (like Quinn) are prone to this, which I did not know before today, because their anxiety levels weaken their immune systems and allow too much of a certain type of bacteria to form in their guts, which leads to dehydration and the internal bleeding. The doc gave Quinn subcutaneous fluids and some antibiotics, along with some medicine to take to help his internal parts heal. She really wanted me to take him for emergency care, but we can't afford that. Our only option is to wait and see if Quinn can conquer this on his own. So far so good. She said that the first 10 hours or so were critical, and that if Quinn lives through tonight, he will fully recover. Quinn did eat some rice and a handful of dog food, and has been taking his medicine like a good boy. Plus he's been drinking a lot more in the last few hours than he was in the past few days, so we think he will be okay.
The thing that upsets me the most about this experience is that I almost didn't go out to do poop patrol this morning. I was in a total rush to get ready for work, after having to take the extra time to give the dog a bath and hair cut, and almost skipped the poop scoop routine. If I hadn't gone out there and seen the bloody poop, I never would have gotten Quinn to the vet in time, and we would have come home to a dead dog. I guess everything does happen for a reason.
Monday, November 2, 2009
The land of crazy dreams
All right, I'm totally going nuts and I know it, because my dreams have been WEIRD lately.
The other night I had a dream that I went to show off my tramp stamp to someone and they gasped in horror, not because the tattoo was gross or anything, but because my butt was overgrown with thick black werewolf hair, all the way up to the small of my back. I had no idea till I reached back to scratch my butt cheek and felt it for myself. Then I had to shave my butt cheeks every day. That was majorly difficult to do. When I woke up, I was so happy to just have to trim back my leg fur every once in awhile!
Last night I had an even stranger dream: I had a massive zit on my face, and I was looking in the bathroom mirror at it. As I was looking at it, the zit started to bulge and pulsate, and some sort of gross hairy thing wormed its way out of the zit and fell in the sink. As it uncurled itself, I realized it was a mouse. I picked the mouse up to take it out in the field, and the darn thing bit me. Not only was it born of my zit, it was rabid. Then I woke up, so I don't know what happened next.
I also had a dream that I lost two huge checks that Corey and I both signed, and had our bank account number on it. The checks got cashed before I realized it, and our accounts were drained. Yeah, I know that one is lame compared to the other two, but it was still stressful to think about.
So dream analysts: What do you make of those zingers?? Perhaps the tattoo ink is going to my brain?
The other night I had a dream that I went to show off my tramp stamp to someone and they gasped in horror, not because the tattoo was gross or anything, but because my butt was overgrown with thick black werewolf hair, all the way up to the small of my back. I had no idea till I reached back to scratch my butt cheek and felt it for myself. Then I had to shave my butt cheeks every day. That was majorly difficult to do. When I woke up, I was so happy to just have to trim back my leg fur every once in awhile!
Last night I had an even stranger dream: I had a massive zit on my face, and I was looking in the bathroom mirror at it. As I was looking at it, the zit started to bulge and pulsate, and some sort of gross hairy thing wormed its way out of the zit and fell in the sink. As it uncurled itself, I realized it was a mouse. I picked the mouse up to take it out in the field, and the darn thing bit me. Not only was it born of my zit, it was rabid. Then I woke up, so I don't know what happened next.
I also had a dream that I lost two huge checks that Corey and I both signed, and had our bank account number on it. The checks got cashed before I realized it, and our accounts were drained. Yeah, I know that one is lame compared to the other two, but it was still stressful to think about.
So dream analysts: What do you make of those zingers?? Perhaps the tattoo ink is going to my brain?
we have hot water!
The hot water heater is successfully installed, it's working great and we can take hot water for granted again, thanks to Corey and his dad and their several hours of work. Woo hoo!
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