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machine_dove at 09:39am on 26/08/2004
machine_dove at 09:39am on 26/08/2004I took yesterday off as a "mental health" day, and ended up sleeping until 11. It was nice...
Erik and I went to the SPCA (among other things) yesterday to try to find a dog. I was looking for a preferrably female lab or shepherd mix, something large enough and smart enough to protect me in case someone actually finds my house and breaks into it at night while Erik's working.
This was the smallest SPCA I've ever seen in my life. I don't think they had more than 10-15 kennels, and about 5-6 crate-type kennels for smaller dogs in the room where they keep the food, do the laundry, etc. I didn't look upstairs at the cats (one pet at a time...), but after overhearing that not only was this SPCA full, but they actually had a 150+ cat waiting list, I was kind of wishing I had.
We found Sara, a 6.5 year old black lab mix. She loves attention, and loved Erik, too - she wanted to sit with her head in his lap getting petted the whole time. We went ahead and put in an application for her, and I may get called as early as today. Yay! I'm all excited - Erik wouldn't let me go to Petsmart to buy toys and things (yet).
Today's been another one of those days that convinces me of the wisdom in not wearing suits, and erring more towards the casual side of business-casual. Base Pest Control came out to spray my fiber boxes (where we discovered an insanely large black widow about a week or so ago). I had to go and open all the (rusty, difficult, almost impossible to open) locks. While I was opening one set of locks, a wasp crawled out of the box under my hand and stung me. I didn't even see it until after the fact. Turns out there was a wasp nest in the box. I'm trying to convince my boss to give me worker's comp and send me home (paid, of course) for the rest of the day, but he's not buying it.
It is making typing rather difficult, though...
More bad news last night, but I'm not up to talking about it yet. The old guys in my life need to stop stressing me out. It isn't nice.
Erik and I went to the SPCA (among other things) yesterday to try to find a dog. I was looking for a preferrably female lab or shepherd mix, something large enough and smart enough to protect me in case someone actually finds my house and breaks into it at night while Erik's working.
This was the smallest SPCA I've ever seen in my life. I don't think they had more than 10-15 kennels, and about 5-6 crate-type kennels for smaller dogs in the room where they keep the food, do the laundry, etc. I didn't look upstairs at the cats (one pet at a time...), but after overhearing that not only was this SPCA full, but they actually had a 150+ cat waiting list, I was kind of wishing I had.
We found Sara, a 6.5 year old black lab mix. She loves attention, and loved Erik, too - she wanted to sit with her head in his lap getting petted the whole time. We went ahead and put in an application for her, and I may get called as early as today. Yay! I'm all excited - Erik wouldn't let me go to Petsmart to buy toys and things (yet).
Today's been another one of those days that convinces me of the wisdom in not wearing suits, and erring more towards the casual side of business-casual. Base Pest Control came out to spray my fiber boxes (where we discovered an insanely large black widow about a week or so ago). I had to go and open all the (rusty, difficult, almost impossible to open) locks. While I was opening one set of locks, a wasp crawled out of the box under my hand and stung me. I didn't even see it until after the fact. Turns out there was a wasp nest in the box. I'm trying to convince my boss to give me worker's comp and send me home (paid, of course) for the rest of the day, but he's not buying it.
It is making typing rather difficult, though...
More bad news last night, but I'm not up to talking about it yet. The old guys in my life need to stop stressing me out. It isn't nice.
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