Well. Today was a day.
I was working from home, doing parent teacher conferences via the Zoom.
David had left the boys a chore list, and the chore list was above my pay grade, per usual.
LD is on a hay bale. Cutting string? I think? And HD is in the way back on the Bobcat putting hay in the feeders. And please take a moment to be impressed with our mud.
It’s real good mud. Really muddy.
All day long, they fight and tell me the Bobcat is broke down and blah blah blah, life is not fair, and I am just trying to Zoom with other humans. It is super fun.
The girls are far away playing basketball in a basketball tournament, if you must know. They are never around anymore, and that is super sad. Because we like them and now I am outnumbered.
Oh! I got a new thing for my arrow sign! Do you remember the arrow sign?
Well, look what I did!
It is now a snowflake. For WINTER.
You know what I have learned about cats?
They like to destroy Christmas trees! I truly believe my feline friends feel like I have placed a tree in my home solely for their amusement.
I sent this picture to Sister Meagan. For she loves Rio almost as much as I do.
Sister Meagan: Cute! Did she get in that position on her own?
Me: Yeah. I don’t have time to stage the cats.
The astute reader might remember that Charlie and Abbie got into a fight yesterday morning. We are on a strict kenneling system for now and only allow one dog out at a time. I noticed that Charlie’s “minor” head wound from yesterday was much worse today. It was swelling and pretty much disgusting.
I took her to the vet. The last animal I brought to this vet was Tiny Tim. Do you remember Tiny Tim?
And how ridiculous to these vet people think I am?
Yes, I am here to check in Norma Jean Riley Maliblahblah. The cat.
Yes, I am here to check in Tiny Tim Maliblahblah. The angus bull calf.
Once upon a time, I transported a sickly calf to the vet. In the back of my car.
Anyways, I got to the vet today, and they were confused thinking I was bringing Tiny Tim my angus bull calf. But he died, like, forever ago, because have you read my blog? It is nothing but death and misery over here.
Anyways, this is how Charlie left the back of my car today.
Is it puke? Is it poo? Is it blood? Is it normal?
We cannot be certain. But we can ascertain that taking an angus bull calf to the vet is more sanitary than taking a puppy in a kennel to the vet.
Charlie got cleaned up and put on meds. David was perturbed at the vet bill.
But what can you do?
I stopped at a thrift store and bought a cheapie blanket to put Charlie in for the ride home.
She was cozy.
And then she threw up.
Happy Friday.
Oh my word. The questionable substance and the for-sure puke are very stressful issues. I love your blog. It’s the only one I subscribe to and in this mess of times we’re living in, I double love seeing your new-post email in my inbox. But, all I can think about now is trying to clean that up and it is not restful. I would love to hear you took the car somewhere to be detailed. That would be luxurious end!
Wow! You surely do have an abundance of mud! I hate mud so much! Lucky girls who get to be away, playing basketball 🏀 I love the snowflake ❄ on the arrow sign. And I agree with Lisa; you definitely deserve to have your car detailed.
Staging cats??!! Who can make a cat stay in one place long enough to snap a picture? This post is full of dirty stuff, for sure. Sorry you have to experience it. Good-looking snowflake! Zoom on!
The dog looks dead in the last pic and it also looks like the puke/bloodguts made it to the front seat of the car.
I would say said dog got in to dead animal guts.
I vote to burn the car and fly away to Hawaii…don’t even go home. Buy clothes there and live in a sarong the whole time you are there.
And when you go home, act like you never left. 🙂