I Hope Karma Runs Up Behind You and Bites You on the Ass!!!!

The long weekend in Columbus was fun but tiring. By Monday evening, I was really happy to be home again.

Today, I had to drive 100+ miles to take the formerly-stinky-big-headed foster dog for a vet visit in Indiana. Since he still belongs to the rescue group, their vet is 50+ miles from our home in Chicago (Note to self: next time, rescue animals closer to home!) and he needed his leg checked out. AND, to make matters worse, this weekend, we realized he has worms! I'm not sure how that's possible since he gets all the monthly medications to keep worms at bay, but nevertheless, there they were. YUCK!

I am so easily grossed out in my pregnant condition. Just thinking about the worms this morning made me vomit numerous times. Getting passed by a garbage truck made me vomit a week or so ago. Oh, what a delight random, instantaneous vomiting is. . .

Anyway, back to the stinky dog. . .so, after waiting for TWO hours after my appointment time to finally see the vet, I was told Bear needed an ex-ray and--how lame is this????--they had to keep him overnight to do it. Which means two sad and annoying things: 1) Poor Bear got taken away to a vet crate for the remainder of the day/night and probably thinks he has been once again abandoned (just thinking about that made me start crying while I loaded up on cheap-er Indiana gasoline); and 2) I have to drive 100 miles AGAIN tomorrow to get him back. UGGHHH!

The vet thinks that he may have arthritis in his left rear hip, which is also the leg that was broken a few years back when he was apparently hit by a car. That poor dog isn't even five years old and he's kind of a mess. His previous owners really have a lot to answer for. While poor Bear limps around our house, I hope karma runs up behind them and bites them on the ass. Seriously I do.

And while I'm on a rant. . .Hello, Indiana. No offense to your lovely residents and proud heritage, but I am sick of being in your state. Four hours today. Off there again tomorrow. And don't get me started about the detours and road closures that had me driving your back roads for the better part of a day last Friday while just innocently trying to get to Ohio. If I never see Valparaiso or Kokomo again, it will be too soon.

Okay. I'm done now. . .

Crazy Cat (and Dog) Lady? I Think Not!

Back from Detroit, the Motor City, I'm surprisingly tired. The weekend was fun. The Red Wings trounced the Black Hawks on the ice making it a rousing game to attend. Craze and I spent quality time with my lovely in-laws (who I actually really enjoy) and his older brother. The Bug loves her "grandparents" too, so had fun reeking havoc in their home (she's good, really). And my brother-in-law gave me a belated b-day present--a new orchid plant with yellowy/green flowers in full bud. I LOVE it! That makes three orchids I have in bloom at the moment with two more sending up flower spikes. A couple of the plants haven't bloomed in almost three years--it's a spring miracle!

Trying to get back in the swing of daily life. Just heard back from my OB/GYN that my progesterone is good, indicating good ovulation--hurray for me! Waiting to hear back on the results of Craze's fun semen analysis. Baby making on the brain.

Oddly, I also have dogs on the brain. I saw a dog on petfinder.com last week and I have become obsessed with him. He's had a broken leg, was almost euthanized recently at an Indiana shelter and has heartworm, but I just want to hug him and give him a comfy bed to sleep on. I'm looking into a possible foster/adoption through the group that rescued him from the shelter. I just need to be sure that he would get along with the Bug and not eat my cats. I'm waiting to hear back with baited breath. For some reason, I REALLY want that dog. I have the same weird feeling about him as I had the first time I saw the Bug at Chicago Animal Care and Control. . .I feel that he is destined to be mine. Besides, the poor doggie has had a hard life. Where better to lay his head than in the Sumner household where animals frequently sleep with the humans, get to lay on the couches and are generally spoiled, spoiled, spoiled?

I need another pet like I need a big ole hole in my head--that's for sure. I think Craze thinks that I'm turning into a crazy cat (and dog) lady. Do I have animal hoarder written all over me?!?!?!?!? I think not. But four rescued pets would surely be the limit. When I talked about getting the dog, Craze looked at me and said "You're trying to turn my home into a nursery and a menagerie," then laughed. Secretly, he totally knows that our lives are so much richer with our little furry friends around, he just doesn't like to admit it.

So, animal hoarder? No. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.