An actual update
Jun. 6th, 2014 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeThis is going to be brief, but I figured I was about due for something that wasn't a response to a prompt.
After Wednesday's really fucking traumatic events, life kept going, as life tends to do. I spent most of Thursday trying very hard not to cry at the drop of a hat, and I succeeded about half of the time. Mostly every time I'm not actively busy doing or thinking about something else, I keep replaying the ten minutes of George's death in my mind, in very graphic technicolor.
Around mid-morning I let the dog out into the yard, and when he came back his face was covered in blood. It turned out not to be serious, but I could really use a day without pet-related trauma now. He has a growth over his eye that irritates it quite a bit, and he tends to worry at it with his paw, so yesterday he managed to scratch his eyelid badly enough to bleed all over his face. Off we went to the vet, who checked him out, made sure his eye wasn't damaged, and then sent him home with a new anti-inflammatory/antibiotic ointment and a Cone of Shame™.
The dog is not happy with the Cone of Shame. It's pretty funny from my standpoint though. Whenever we go for a walk he insist on trying to sniff every hydro post we go by, and whacks the cone against each and every one, without fail. Even if the posts were fifteen feet apart, by the time we got to the next one he'd optimistically try to sniff it, and bonk the cone against it again. I was in stitches by the time our walk was over.
I also got a cute new haircut today! I was well overdue for a haircut, and my uncle's 70th birthday party is on Sunday, so I did something nice for myself and went into town to see my hairdresser. I will post a picture tomorrow, maybe, if time permits, because for now I have none uploaded and it's getting late. Still, I quite like the new look, even though some of my hair is now short enough that I can't tuck it behind my ears and it's getting in my eyes and rather annoying. Il taut souffrir pour être belle, I guess.
I've made up posters and flyers for Pan-Pan, in the hopes that he might have followed some neighbour home, friendly soul that he is. For all I know he's eating tuna in someone's kitchen and happy as a clam. This is what I'm hoping, though I'm not really holding my breath. I've already put up some posters, made a Facebook and Tumblr post (if you're following me in either of those places, a signal boost would be most appreciated!), and tomorrow I'll be hitting the road with my flyers to stick in people's mail boxes.
Okay. I have a busy weekend ahead of me, so more news as things develop. Good night, LJ.
After Wednesday's really fucking traumatic events, life kept going, as life tends to do. I spent most of Thursday trying very hard not to cry at the drop of a hat, and I succeeded about half of the time. Mostly every time I'm not actively busy doing or thinking about something else, I keep replaying the ten minutes of George's death in my mind, in very graphic technicolor.
Around mid-morning I let the dog out into the yard, and when he came back his face was covered in blood. It turned out not to be serious, but I could really use a day without pet-related trauma now. He has a growth over his eye that irritates it quite a bit, and he tends to worry at it with his paw, so yesterday he managed to scratch his eyelid badly enough to bleed all over his face. Off we went to the vet, who checked him out, made sure his eye wasn't damaged, and then sent him home with a new anti-inflammatory/antibiotic ointment and a Cone of Shame™.
The dog is not happy with the Cone of Shame. It's pretty funny from my standpoint though. Whenever we go for a walk he insist on trying to sniff every hydro post we go by, and whacks the cone against each and every one, without fail. Even if the posts were fifteen feet apart, by the time we got to the next one he'd optimistically try to sniff it, and bonk the cone against it again. I was in stitches by the time our walk was over.
I also got a cute new haircut today! I was well overdue for a haircut, and my uncle's 70th birthday party is on Sunday, so I did something nice for myself and went into town to see my hairdresser. I will post a picture tomorrow, maybe, if time permits, because for now I have none uploaded and it's getting late. Still, I quite like the new look, even though some of my hair is now short enough that I can't tuck it behind my ears and it's getting in my eyes and rather annoying. Il taut souffrir pour être belle, I guess.
I've made up posters and flyers for Pan-Pan, in the hopes that he might have followed some neighbour home, friendly soul that he is. For all I know he's eating tuna in someone's kitchen and happy as a clam. This is what I'm hoping, though I'm not really holding my breath. I've already put up some posters, made a Facebook and Tumblr post (if you're following me in either of those places, a signal boost would be most appreciated!), and tomorrow I'll be hitting the road with my flyers to stick in people's mail boxes.
Okay. I have a busy weekend ahead of me, so more news as things develop. Good night, LJ.
