July 11, 2012
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I'm having one Hell of a time figuring out how to apply for that week and a half of unenjoyment. I went to 'Michigan Works!' and they point my nose toward applying online or by phone. neither of which has been at all helpful. oh well. I do have a back-up plan, and a lot of time to actually figure it out, so all is good.
those shoes (mentioned below) never did get boughten (word?). I did however manage to spend a good $140 on catching the Pooperdog up on her shots, heartworm meds, etc.. I ask the vet when is a dog too old to even benefit from shots, when is it a complete waste of time, or worse, may become more dangerous than beneficial? giving the example of prepping a 107 year old man, for say, heart surgery. the assistant said "great question!", but the vet sort of kept on going thru the routine as if he hadn't heard...maybe he didn't have an answer? I'm guessin' this will be the last of her booster shots since I can't imagine she'll be around this time next year (although, she's already about 2 years beyond what I actually expected, so who knows). she does show signs of being an old lady. it takes several attempts to slowly squat to do her thing. she'll stumble up the porch steps, or take forever attempting to climb 'em. I let the vet know this. he seems to have an answer for that (being he won't lose any money answering it
). he recommends first a product that they sell which he says is essentially aspirin cut with Maalox, but then he gives me the Dutch answer by telling me I can simply crush an aspirin twice a day and mix it in her moist food. I put the aspirin in the kitchen by her treats as a reminder. meanwhile, it's good to be able to spend some time away from the stalag and give the army tank of a dog a bit more attention before the inevitable happens. and as if she seems to know that I'm typing about her (or the old desktop keyboard is louder than I thought), she gets off her big pillow and starts beggin' to be petted. it's not too early for that barefoot pooperdog walk. oh, and speaking of that, we run into a gigantic Opossum on a couple of our treks...ok, not so much face to face like that encounter that we had a year or two back...glowing eyes stare back as there appeared to be a Mexican stand-off, but a close enough encounter that makes me feel uncomfortable. those be some ugly critters, especially when they appear in XXL size. I see it crawl under a missing skirting on the trailer behind Chas Manson's place. I assume that's where it resides, even though there's acres of woods and swampland one street over
. anyway. she's giving me that pooperdog walk look. let's do diss!
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