Wounded Dogs
Posted on | November 10, 2008 | 2 Comments
I wish I spoke beagle. If I did, then perhaps Pip could tell me what’s wrong. He’s not spritely, bouncy, or otherwise hyper. He stayed right by my side all weekend (including Friday where I took a nap and never really woke up). We think he hurt himself somehow. If you’ve ever seen him bounce (shoulder high to me) or leap like a superhero over the couch, you know the probability that he would eventually hurt himself is HUGE. That being said, it still sucks.
When he jumps up to the couch, he cries. When he walks up the steps, he cries. He doesn’t even try to get into bed now. He sits, and waits, until D picks him up and puts him into the bed. When he pushes up, he cries. If you’ve ever been to my house, you know what madness it is when we first come home. But Pip, while is usually the instigator, hangs back with less energy. It makes me sad. I made a little nest for him in my blankets on the couch and am considering heading home during lunch to check on him. I love that damn dog. And Puck, ever time Pip makes that gawdaful screech, looks at us like we just abused him or something. This morning, when I started to get ready for work, he seemed to be doing a little better. If he’s not 85% tomorrow, then it’s off to the vet for him.
I volunteered at Wordstock this weekend. They ran a very tight ship, highly organized. I think next year I will volunteer again. It was a lot of fun, and I got a very blurry picture of Stormtroopers (I was working and couldn’t get any closer).
My sister came for a brief visit. We played Little Big Planet together, or as she calls it, Scary Monkey game. I think she had more fun dressing her sack-girl up than she did playing the game itself. I love having her in town. And we took her to Cup and Saucer.
I still feel under the weather. Everyone at work has the plague and I think I finally caught it. I’m tired, full of boogers and the urge to sneeze. I think a nap would fix it, but they don’t schedule nap time into our work day. But they should, damnit!
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November 10th, 2008 @ 4:18 pm
I put that last comment in the wrong place… That is what you get when I am watching Kung Fu Panda and typing at the same time. Nonsense…
November 11th, 2008 @ 12:05 pm
Heee hee hee It happens.