We’ve begun to long for the pitter-patter of little feet – so we bought a dog. Well, it’s cheaper, and you get more feet. — Rita Rudner
We got a dog from a local rescue yesterday. If you were to ask me to describe him, I’d have to say “lethargic,” and maybe “sniffling.” Since these aren’t “personality traits” so much as “symptoms,” we had to take him to an emergency vet earlier today to treat the illnesses he didn’t exhibit until about 12 hours after we brought him home. He’s pumped full of antibiotics and he’ll be okay in a few days, but for now he wears the Cone of Shame — which is the ultimate humiliation for a new dog in a house with resident cats. Poor bastard.
In the last episode of So Many Feebs (prior to the lovely Fresh Pressing – I greatly enjoyed being pressed and am feeling refreshingly flat now; I’m also feeling oddly liked, which only feeds the neediness, so I’d caution my new readers to be careful with that because I can be pretty poorly adjusted on my best day) –
Ah, whoops, let me reel that back in. Don’t worry, new readers, I’m not needy or poorly adjusted. I’m not! Please don’t leave!
Okay, that got weird. I’ll try it again.
Got an email today saying my “stop smoking” pep talk was going to be “Freshly Pressed,” which how the kind folks at WordPress feature a post that they like and think others will like as well. I’ve found some good reads from that feature myself, and I’m honored to have one of my posts included.
Trouble is, I’ve been kind of neglecting the blog for a little while — and now I can’t stop feeling like a bunch of friends have shown up to surprise me, only to find me wearing ratty old sweats with Dorito crumbs all over them and cleaning cat piss off the floor.
So hello to anyone who comes here because of the “Freshly Pressed” feature. Thank you for visiting my little corner of the Internet. If you like it here, feel free to stick around — I’ll be writing more in the future.
And sorry about the smell.
(Runs off to get Febreeze and a throw rug)