This is not a good week for the man and male dog in my life. Nick left Monday morning for a week-long business trip in Omaha, and if the Omaha part wasn’t bad enough, he landed in Nebraska with a fever of 103. He’s now down a few degrees and managed to get a flight back to Boston. Nothing like a day trip to Omaha! Remind me to delete this post immediately if his fellow passengers all come down with one of the flus.
And then there’s Clark. I don’t think he had any idea what he was in for this week, but I have a feeling he did at some point yesterday… More specifically, when the doggie drugs wore off and he realized he was missing a couple… parts.
I honestly tried to pep talk myself into taking the dog to get neutered on my own, while Nick was away, without going too mental. I even made a proactive call to the vet to make sure I didn’t need to do anything ahead of time (I have no idea what that might involve. Was I thinking I’d prep him for surgery?). Regardless, the dog seems to be doing just fine, with the exception of 3:30 this morning when he went totally batty.
This morning’s whining resulted in a call from our door person, informing us that someone had complained about the noise. My 4 AM instinct was to leave a note reading as follows:
We’re sorry to wake you, but think of it this way: It could be worse. You could’ve been neutered. –Your neighbors
Fortunately for everyone, I was too tired to execute this brilliant communique. Speaking of sorry, I’m terribly sorry Nick’s under the weather, but I’m kind of extremely glad he came home, so Clark (and our building mates) can be mad at both of us. Just kidding. Neutering is a good thing. I cannot believe I just typed that. I’m probably going to vom.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Buy a Michael Jackson face mask
- Take a serious nap
- Count down the days until Thanksgiving and then count down the days until Christmas
How are the men in your life holding up? And how are you warding off the flu?
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