I Still Can't Believe It

cassady surgery Originally uploaded by Corn Dog . It's hard not to feel that way when you see your poor dog with a shaved leg and a six-inch long incision. Oh yeah, and they had to yank out a tooth and chop off a skin growth from his chest too. Three incision sites = three times the guilt. And don't forget the part where I got pretty worked up about him having to spend the night at the vet's office (he's a certifiable Houdini Dog) and when I went to pick him up, they couldn't stop telling me how calm and great he was the whole time. So, yeah, seem like it's actually only me with the separation anxiety. Poor guy was probably loving his Corn Dog-free time. Medications that came home with him: - Acepromazine (no idea what this is for - could be the sedative I asked for)(for him, not me) - Hydroxyzine (again, not sure what this one is - maybe the antihistamine?) - Antirobe (this one is an antibiotic for the nasty infection from the rotten tooth) - Cosequin DX

It just makes sense to put a sweater on a Corn Dog, don't you think? Cassady likes it more as a head scarf. And I'm dying to see pictures of Hermie in her hot pink boots. Maybe Hermie's people will let us post pics here? We can only hope...

So I'm gonna try it out. Right now. In about 5 minutes, I have to head out in fun rush hour traffic to go to a office holiday party by myself. Dirty Gravy isn't going because his family is in town and they're not wanting to spend their short time here with my co-workers (nothing personal of course) but rather D.G. and I don't blame them one bit. I know I'm feeling sorry for myself and I have no reason to be so upset about this, but I just snapped at my mother-in-law who is just the sweetest, kindest-hearted person you can hope to know and so now I feel doubly aggravated at myself. But the real question I have to ask is why do we need to have two separate Christmas events for an office with 9 employees ? On Wednesday, we have our staff-only gift exchange and bowling lunch. I'm wondering if I shouldn't just cancel my scheduled vacation day on Wednesday since I have to do work stuff anyway. I think I'm just letting this steam build up inside and I don

bahamas05 030 Originally uploaded by Corn Dog . We're back from the Bahamas and now have moved seamlessly into the roles of guest entertainers. Dirty Gravy's Mom & Step Joe are in town for a week - they arrived the day after we got back into town, so it's been a bit hectic. Still have all of our gift shopping to finish and of course, I've managed to come down with a rockin' head cold. I'm not complaining though, I really hate chest colds and so far, this one's stayed in the sinus region. I'll be back early next week to relate the tale of the Sex Hex of the Bahamas and profess my love of Zicam.

Yeah, go ahead. I'm going to the Bahamas for a week and you're not. Dirty Gravy even gets to go to this work conference so you can hate him too. Meanwhile, I'll be hating on myself aplenty. I don't know what I was thinking when I booked this trip - being gone for the week before your inlaws come to stay for 8 days, two weeks before Christmas and less than a month after getting back from the last work conference in France. Not only is it a fiscally repugnant time to be taking a holiday, it's an equally emotionally putrid time as well. I know what you're thinking-ish: "Cry me a river! You ungrateful bitch! You are seriously complaining about going to the Bahamas in December?! STFU !" And I know you're right...I know you're right. Guess I'm finally getting my four days Dirty Gravy owes me for getting sick on our honeymoon. That would be the four days lopped off the honeymoon because of the whole airlifted-back-to-the-US thing. You

He's so cute in this picture, no? He's all young, naked and svelte. I'll have to start looking at this picture more frequently to remind myself that he's my baby and I can't in good conscious kill him like I want to when I find my underwear chewed up and digested all over the house and yard. Now he's even taken to eating clean underwear from out of my clothes basket in the basement - a frightening turn of events since he's always stuck to the non-laundered prior to this latest relapse. And even though in my head I know that he's not getting me back for anything (vet visit, the mere presence of Corn Dog) or otherwise holding a grudge, I can't help but want to poke his eyes out and pull his dew claws off when I discover the newly mangled underwear. Oh Cassady, don't hate. The worst part is what you don't know: Dirty Gravy and I are leaving next week and you get to have The World's Cutest Cousin to hang out with. Please save the pieces...