Last night I put in a lonnnnng post and it disappeared... so I will do a short one and see what happens.
.....We have adopted another dog... she is very tiny and fluffy and does just what she wants. Her name is Daisey and she is about 7 years old. She is a pomerainian. She is very quiet and when she does bark it almost sounds like she has laryngitis.
........ok, this next part is copy and paste from an email that I sent last night.................
This morning I called out to the shelter to see when they planned to do something for the cat with the broken leg. It took me 3 tries to get through to Chris and she put me on hold to get to Renee and that took 3 more tries. The new automated phone system only works when it wants to and today was not the day. Renee said to come out and get some pain meds for her and set up a date for the surgery. So we went out and met Josh who asked when she had her last bandage change. ha ha ha.... never? So we went home and got Sallie. Josh changed her bandage and gave her some meds for pain and and made an appt for surgery. Good to go. So I told Roy to take her to the car and I will be right out. I wanted to use the bathroom. OH that was a BAD idea. I got in, close the door, sit on the throne and look at the door. There is a sign on it that says... the latch on the door is broken and if you can not get it open,,,,, knock loudly and we will come let you out! Well HELL. Now if I had seen this sign before I went in, I would have stayed out. Ok so of course I can't open the dang door. I can turn the stub of the knob to get the latch in and I can even put a credit card in to hold the latch open, but I can not get ahold of anything to pull the door open. So I banged. And banged and banged some more. Then I found the plunger and used it to beat on the door. So I got my cell phone out and was going to call Roy to come open the door. Ha... his phone has NO time on it. So I call the shelter number. Remember how much luck I had earlier? Well my luck hadn't changed. So I am banging with one hand and dialing with the other....... no, I cannot get through on the shelter phones. DAMN!! This has gone on about 10 minutes or longer..... I have no idea. I finally think that I have Renee's cell number in my purse. I hope she carries her phone during work ...... she does! I explain my plight and she comes and lets me out. She looks to see what is wrong with the door and sees NO knob. I tell her if the sign had been on the outside of the door I wouldn't have used it. WHAT SIGN? I take it down and hand it to her. Man she just went into orbit............. The sxxt hit the fan. She took off to find the shelter manager with the paper in hand. I left and came home.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Dec 12, 2006
......Well it has been a day or so since I wrote anything. 2 months to the day. The long awaited dinner auction is over and was a success with just a bit of friction. Aundrea's dress was lovely and she had a blast. The smaller girls got to carry auction stuff around for people to look at and she was thrilled. Since then we have had several performances and this week end is the big benefit show. We don't have to do anything but show up with the kids so they can dance.
.......We went to the humane society a couple of weeks ago to pick up a cat that had a broken leg and needed a place to live for awhile. While we were there I found what I thought was a pomerainian puppy. She was very small and adorable. Well she was NOT a puppy but 5-7 years old and she now lives with us. Her name is Daisey and she has a mind of her own. She is very quiet but bossy with Nick. He was just getting to like being an only dog and then she comes along and tries to take over. She is very different than Cleo was but just as bossy. She is also not housebroken. Maybe that is why she was dumped? But we are working on her and she finally consented to use a puppy pad. Now that may have been a mistake on her part but we are hoping she will get used to it. On the plus side she was trained to a kennel so she is willing to spend time in a carrier. She eats in it and sleeps in it. We got a dog bed out of the basement and she loves it. She is too tiny to get on the couch or chairs ( and out vet said not to encourage her to as she has bad knee. Runs in the breed....) so she was doing fine and along comes Nick and jumps in and takes it over. She got in too and he growled at her. What a snothead. Do Eileen gave me the cat bed that looks like a tv set..... cute and she jumped right in. Great.... so who is sleeping in it now? WELLINGTON.
......back to the cat with the broken leg... Sallie... She is a big yellow lady. Very sweet and she will be loosing her leg soon as it is not healing and it is very messed up. So our vet in his "wisdom" or lack there of.... took off on vacation. This morning I called out to the shelter to see when they planned to do something for her. It took me 3 tries to get through to Chris and she put me on hold to get to Renee and that took 3 more tries. The new automated phone system only works when it wants to and today was not the day. Renee said to come out and get some pain meds for her and set up a date for the surgery. So we went out and met Josh who asked when she had her last bandage change. ha ha ha.... never? So we went home and got Sallie. Josh changed her bandage and gave her some meds for pain and and made an appt for surgery. Good to go. So I told Roy to take her to the car and I will be right out. I wanted to use the bathroom. OH that was a BAD idea. I got in, close the door, sit on the throne and look a the door. There is a sign on it that says... the latch on the door is broken and if you can not get it open,,,,, knock loudly and we will come let you out! Well HELL. Now if I had seen this sign before I went in, I would have stayed out. Ok so of course I can't open the dang door. I can turn the stub of the knob to get the latch in and I can even put a credit card in to hold the latch open, but I can not get ahold of anything to pull the door open. So I banged. And banged and banged some more. Then I found the plunger and used it to beat on the door. So I got my cell phone out and was going to call Roy to come open the door. Ha... his phone has NO time on it. So I call the shelter number. Remember how much luck I had earlier? Well my luck hadn't changed. So I am banging with one hand and dialing with the other....... no, I cannot get through on the shelter phones. DAMN!! This has gone on about 10 minutes or longer..... I have no idea. I finally think that I have Renee's cell number in my purse. I hope hse carries her phone during work ...... she does! I explain my plight and she comes and lets me out. She looks to see what is wrong with the door and sees NO knob. I tell her if the sign had been on the outside of the door I wouldn't have used it. WHAT SIGN? I take it down and hand it to her. Man she just went into orbit............. The sxxt hit the fan. She took off to find the shelter manager with the paper in hand. I left and came home.
......The whole event reminded me of a time when we got locked in to Mike and Gina's bedroom. Only Mike finally heard us banging. Oh and the time Dianne got locked in the bathroom at Johnny's Dock in Tacoma or the one in the hotel in Seattle..... some how I think she was watching and laughing and snorting coffee at me!!
.......We went to the humane society a couple of weeks ago to pick up a cat that had a broken leg and needed a place to live for awhile. While we were there I found what I thought was a pomerainian puppy. She was very small and adorable. Well she was NOT a puppy but 5-7 years old and she now lives with us. Her name is Daisey and she has a mind of her own. She is very quiet but bossy with Nick. He was just getting to like being an only dog and then she comes along and tries to take over. She is very different than Cleo was but just as bossy. She is also not housebroken. Maybe that is why she was dumped? But we are working on her and she finally consented to use a puppy pad. Now that may have been a mistake on her part but we are hoping she will get used to it. On the plus side she was trained to a kennel so she is willing to spend time in a carrier. She eats in it and sleeps in it. We got a dog bed out of the basement and she loves it. She is too tiny to get on the couch or chairs ( and out vet said not to encourage her to as she has bad knee. Runs in the breed....) so she was doing fine and along comes Nick and jumps in and takes it over. She got in too and he growled at her. What a snothead. Do Eileen gave me the cat bed that looks like a tv set..... cute and she jumped right in. Great.... so who is sleeping in it now? WELLINGTON.
......back to the cat with the broken leg... Sallie... She is a big yellow lady. Very sweet and she will be loosing her leg soon as it is not healing and it is very messed up. So our vet in his "wisdom" or lack there of.... took off on vacation. This morning I called out to the shelter to see when they planned to do something for her. It took me 3 tries to get through to Chris and she put me on hold to get to Renee and that took 3 more tries. The new automated phone system only works when it wants to and today was not the day. Renee said to come out and get some pain meds for her and set up a date for the surgery. So we went out and met Josh who asked when she had her last bandage change. ha ha ha.... never? So we went home and got Sallie. Josh changed her bandage and gave her some meds for pain and and made an appt for surgery. Good to go. So I told Roy to take her to the car and I will be right out. I wanted to use the bathroom. OH that was a BAD idea. I got in, close the door, sit on the throne and look a the door. There is a sign on it that says... the latch on the door is broken and if you can not get it open,,,,, knock loudly and we will come let you out! Well HELL. Now if I had seen this sign before I went in, I would have stayed out. Ok so of course I can't open the dang door. I can turn the stub of the knob to get the latch in and I can even put a credit card in to hold the latch open, but I can not get ahold of anything to pull the door open. So I banged. And banged and banged some more. Then I found the plunger and used it to beat on the door. So I got my cell phone out and was going to call Roy to come open the door. Ha... his phone has NO time on it. So I call the shelter number. Remember how much luck I had earlier? Well my luck hadn't changed. So I am banging with one hand and dialing with the other....... no, I cannot get through on the shelter phones. DAMN!! This has gone on about 10 minutes or longer..... I have no idea. I finally think that I have Renee's cell number in my purse. I hope hse carries her phone during work ...... she does! I explain my plight and she comes and lets me out. She looks to see what is wrong with the door and sees NO knob. I tell her if the sign had been on the outside of the door I wouldn't have used it. WHAT SIGN? I take it down and hand it to her. Man she just went into orbit............. The sxxt hit the fan. She took off to find the shelter manager with the paper in hand. I left and came home.
......The whole event reminded me of a time when we got locked in to Mike and Gina's bedroom. Only Mike finally heard us banging. Oh and the time Dianne got locked in the bathroom at Johnny's Dock in Tacoma or the one in the hotel in Seattle..... some how I think she was watching and laughing and snorting coffee at me!!
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