Sunday, March 21, 2010

*sigh* Work Party

Friday was the last day of our ski season. I've been feeling pretty anti ski since I didn't pass my level 2 ski instructor. I had a fun week of march break supervising.. but I didn't ski once during it. Since I've really had enough.. I'm just not feeling like going tonight to see these people. I have to present the award to assistant of the year though. So I have to go.

Feels like it's taking a chunk out of my day.. like I can't do anything else because I have to go to work for 6:30.

Smudge is better. He is a member of the pancake club now. His scrotum reminds me of the dehydrated apple people I made back in like grade 1 or 2. He's all shrively and odd looking. I bathed him yesterday even though they said to wait 14 days and it had only been 10. I really couldn't wait any longer. He smelled pretty awful.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Oh the woe

So Smudge came down with an infection. He may have been able to lick his scrotum but not the incision. It was swollen, gross, red and crusty.. Poor boy was so upset and in so much pain.. I had to take the day off work so I could get him into the vet first thing yesterday morning.

After an antibiotic shot and 2 antibiotic pills he seems perkier and more like himself. The painkillers probably aren't hurting the situation either ;)

I need to take a pic of the uber geekness with the new cone with the 'extender' I added of cardboard to make SURE he can not reach. He was so enthused by it that he woke me up at 3am to cuddle and shove my head in his cone contraption so we could sleep sharing being cone heads.

Friday, March 12, 2010


I never thought I'd blog. Ever.. But it would be nice to put the trials and tribulations of my life somewhere. :)

The current trial is watching my poor Smudge heal from his neuter. He's pretty sad looking in his pink cone.

I'm packing to go away for the weekend. He looks doubly sad. Usually the dogs go with me everywhere. I think he knows he's not going this time. He keeps sitting at the front door in front of my pile of stuff to go. It's pretty sad.