Her name is Maggie. Mom calls her Mags.

She is adorable. We're pretty sure she's part Lab: happily, this means she drools somewhat less than a full-blooded Newfie. Mom, who adores big fluffy dogs, will be taking care of her until I can have her, and threatens that she may not give her back. I am most pleased, because this means Mom also will have ( Read more... )

So, ABOUT that dog...

( Yes, he looks NOTHING like an actual Catahoula leopard dog. Deal. )

...Well, I picked up a dog by the side of the road today ( Read more... )

It's amazing, the things you don't think you pick up. At the time I didn't think too much about Waco or the OKC bombing. It just wasn't real. It was horrible, but it didn't hit home.

Now, years later, someone being an ignorant jackass on the internet about it can bring me almost to a fever-pitch.

Strange.

This had been building for some time, mind. I kept... collecting odd bits of cat stuff (like litter, a litter box, canned food) for a while, thinking "...I'd really like to take Lovey with me; he's so thin and ragged-looking... but it's against my lease ( Read more... )

So, this is how I've been spending my Saturdays. I'm the person in the blue shirt. The cutie demonstrating that greyhounds do come in small-fluffy-safe varieties is Raider.


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Yesterday, I went to sleep around three pm, intending to take a nap before doing something useful. (There was a meeting thing, and we got out early, hence early home-ness.)

It's seven am now.

I - I am sorry, anyone I left hanging or worried!

( An uncomplimentary remark about NYC. )

Well, after a few doctor visits and an ultrasound, I've found out that I have liver disease. Non-alcoholic steatohepatitis, aka fatty liver disease. It's managed through diet, exercise, and sometimes antidiabetic drugs. The goal is to keep it from progressing to cirrhosis. I have an appointment with a GI specialist, who's probably going to order a ( Read more... )

Y'all know what THAT means ( Read more... )