The day is here

The day I have dreaded.

Tomorrow, Thursday, October 16, Dexter has his surgery. We take him to the vet at 8 am. Then I go quietly insane waiting to hear news. He can't come home until Friday.

I'm ready for the recovery stage. I am. I have all the toys, chewy things, baby gates, blankets, hot packs, cold packs, animal planet dvds, pumpkin biscuits, a leash on every doorknob, etc. that I think we might need. Tomorrow all that needs done is one last vacuum of the living room, and then I will drag the futon cushion in so I can sleep on the floor with him.

I just need to get to that point.

Somehow I have to survive the next day and a half without him here.

Yes, I am well aware that I have major psychological issues regarding my dog, and it's all wrapped up in losing my dad. I know. I get it. Fuck off.

Whoever you are, and whatever it is that you do, religiously or spiritually or whatthefuckever, please do so for my Dex tomorrow.

Because I can't really say I can survive without him.

No Prisoners

Tonight begins another round of bellydance classes, as taught by moi. I took a long hiatus over the summer and early fall. I was rather burnt out over the whole thing, and needed a break.

But now...(insert evil cackle of doom)...I shall unleash my fury of cantankerous mayhemic dahnse upon this town in such a concentration of dark dementia as has never been witnessed before!!!!

There will be pants! There will be hair! There will be eye makeup in shades unknown in nature! And yes, there most certainly will be....SQUATS!!!!!


There is no place to hide.

You have been warned.

I.....

Am.....

BAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

4

Today is my fuzzy guy's 4th birthday. I can hardly believe he is that old. On the other hand, I can hardly believe it's only been 4 years that he has been the centerpiece of my every day.

When he came home with us, he was smaller than his head is now. He weighed under 10 pounds. The cat could kick his ass ( well, okay, she still can, but only because he lets her do it). Now he weighs about what I do, takes up half the house, and has more character than any 10 people I know.
So far this morning we have snuggled on the couch. He's still a lap dog, after all. Afterward we went for a nice walk with his best pal Daisy and her person, and on our way we met a new doggy and her person, which involved a great deal of sniffing and leaping and snorting. LOADS of fun!!!

Later we will bake special birthday pumpkin biscuits, and watch for the Fed Ex truck to bring a Petco box full of surprises!