Ms. Arliss knows how to sleep without regard to her prey status. Either she figures Clover will protect her, or she’s too deaf and blind to know what’s going on around her, or more likely, she just doesn’t give a shit anymore. (That’s her approach to litterbox use now, too, though I’ve been scolded for not Photoshopping out her poops!)
This was my first time washing a dog! I always had a groomer take care of Casper’s fluffs.
Emmy wasn’t thrilled but she liked the treats that came with the bath bucket.
I am in a mood for which I don’t really have a good source. Probably just working too much and dealing with too many @ssholes. (Note my mood is cranky enough that I tolerate incomplete sentences.) Anyway, this picture is the truth and I’m glad it came up in my search. I haven’t seen it in awhile. Isn’t today supposed to be lucky or something? Should I buy 11 lottery tickets? I’m more likely to clean 11 litterboxes.
Also: Emmy is still wearing her voting sticker from Tuesday.
This frosty morning deserves a cute lil foster bunny to give us warm fuzzy feelings. Meet Perry Ellis, a wobbly little guy who has come a long way after being saved from an animal cruelty case a few months ago! He was named for his smart accessorizing.
I am impressed with this year’s I Vote stickers. I wore it on my sweater all day yesterday and stuck it to Emmy when I got home, and it’s still there this morning.
As long as I’m looking for stuff to write about in November, let’s look back to last November during the same project when I finished all but one post about my trip to Spain that May! November is always a good time to think of sunnier places.
The last post from that trip is from the Albaicín area of Granada, which is a very old Moorish part of town that is also a little sketchy. One of my companions was searching for an experience with the gypsies or something so we walked a lot without a firm destination. On the way up the narrow hilly streets past the hookah bars we (we being the Glaswegian couple who were actually from Poland and Algeria who I met during the bike trip in Málaga) could see the Alhambra from earlier in the day. We wandered forever and began to argue about finding our way back to the car since we still had a long drive back to Málaga, but one member of our party was insistent on continuing to search. So we got lost in the maze of cobbled streets, and then found ourselves at a mirador (viewpoint) along with a lot of teenagers drinking interesting things from two liter bottles.
We walked some more and were really unsure of where we were, when suddenly we stumbled into a big party in a square with lots of music and singing and dancing, apparently part of the May Crosses celebration. I guess it was worth being tired and lost after all…
After enough dancing we somehow found our way back to the car and I helped the driver stay awake for a late trip back to Málaga, only for me to discover (after a good night of sleep in a better hotel than the first couple of nights) the volcanic ash cloud came back and my flight the next day was canceled. I almost had time for a bonus trip to Gibraltar, but was able to reschedule my flight through a different country and got home late instead.
That last picture is from the airport, displaying the grotesque local pig-leg delicacy.
I miss being able to take a long weekend in Spain or anywhere else exciting within a three hour plane ride!
Clover’s belly is looking great! I couldn’t really see what was going on with all the fluffy new fur, so the vet shaved it again today. More cleaning and SSD for now, then monitor for future abscesses.
Went on vacation a couple weeks ago with my mom and Emmy. Emmy likes hotel beds and condo couches just fine. I got a sunburn.
I’m also putting my name on the NaBloPoMo list again, though it’s a shadow of its former self with a new hosting location and no categories and prizes that, well, seem more promotional for authors (blogs over books! this month at least) than community-donated. I need some way to weed out total vapidity, and being on BlogHer doesn’t really excite me in the first place. In years past I enjoyed finding other blogs by writers who shared my Myers-Briggs type or took pictures of the contents of their refrigerators. Anyway, I don’t have as much time to read the webz anymore but hopefully it’ll get me to post more often this month. November starts a depressing winter season so I need something to look forward to! I will try not to rant about work every day.
Note: Emmy fell down the back steps yesterday and re-injured her leg that just had us at the emergency vet last weekend. Well, all her legs this time. She’s trotting about normally now but her collection of bloody cuts and bruises has increased significantly. She is kind of like a giraffe: leggy, awkward, and not meant to use stairs.