A long overdue up date.

OMG, two months (ish). And so much freaking stuff happened.

October:

24th: David received a call from this web design firm for a job he really wanted, requesting an interview. He floated about on cloud nine for a while

November:

1st: David was transferred from the deli (that he hated) to the Starbucks (that he loved) in Target (where he worked).

2nd: Interview with Firefly. Nailed it.

9th: Second interview with Firefly, this time the Owners and not the GM. Hashed out salary, but was not actually offered the job.

11th: Firefly did not call back as expected. We pig out in a pity party.

13th: David called Firefly to see where he stood. The GM apologized for not getting back to him sooner and offered him the job. Woot, woot!

During all THIS nonsense:

David's grandfather had his knee replaced, his brother had his gallbladder removed and spent three weeks in two different hospitals due to still unknown complications, and his mother had a breakdown due to exhaustion. He spent and week in Jackson with them, right across Thanksgiving. So I spent Thanksgiving with Oliver and Daisy and my pjs. Score.

Everyone is better now, healthy and home. But now we have to contend with the pooh that this whole thing stirred. And I've been asked to keep my explanations as vague as possible. Grumble. The one time I'm willing and prepared to expound upon the details is the ONE TIME I can't.

Damn.

He started his first real grown-up job at Firefly and loves every minute of it. And... we're not broke and poor anymore. Bonus!

So, that's what's happened in our little corner of the world since I fell off the radar.

Dog Drug Rehab

So, did you know that June bugs are made of crack?!

Because that's the only explanation for Miss Daisy's evening obsession. She cries, whines, and barks to go outside, in the 118% humidity, just to catch and eat as many brown little fuckers as possible before being angrily dragged back up two flights of stairs. She then proceeds to sit at the tightly shut patio door and freaking attack the glass in a futile attempt to ingest even more nasty, pricky, crunchy insects of crack.

As I type, she's invading my personal space, eyes wide and pleading, "Moooooooommaaa, pease take me outsiiiiiiiiide. I need to eats s'more bugses!"

(Yes, to answer your question, Daisy speaks fluent LOLCat.)

A Daisy Diagnosis

After a medium-sized freak out (not naming any names...*cough* David), and just short of too much money at the Acadiana Emergency vet, we have a diagnosis.

The Dais was over-prescribed her antibiotics and suffered a seizure. Not a big one, just a little one, but a seizure none the less. Seems the vet we took her to last week prescribe a 22lb dose for my 13lb dog. See, she was behaving less than cordially that afternoon so we brought her to the vet in her kennel. She and the kennel together weighed in at just under 22 lbs. The vet tech never weighed the kennel sans thirteen pounds of Daisy to get an accurate weight for the aforementioned Daisy.

Just, you know, if you were curious. The seizures should stop when the drugs are out of her system, and after a few rounds of doggy diarrhea and no noticeable seizure activity today, I think we may finally be out of the woods...maybe.


(And just in case you're confused, David and Charlie Browne are one in the same. I'm done with nicknames. Except the J. That's not a nickname; it's a shortening. And yes, there's a difference.)

Whatever the hell is wrong with my dog

This is Daisy.



She is the light of my life and the apple of my eye.

And right now there is something terribly wrong with her.

For the past two nights in a row she has started shaking and wailing for no discernible reason and running around the house trying to get away from whatever is hurting her.

She's just finished a week-long course of antibiotics after a harrowing weekend adventure during which she was bitten by any and every bug found in the woods of central Louisiana. No ticks that we are aware of, but she did spend four unsupervised hours lost in the woods.

She's been drinking, and she'll take snacks of table food, but she hasn't eaten her food for a few days now.

Does anybody have any thoughts on this? Does anybody out there know what's wrong with my Daisy Mae?

Thanks in advance,
J