My dogs are sick, or rather two of the three are sick. Isaac, my 100+, 3 feet tall dobie started crapping (sorry but it is the best way to describe this mess) liquid literally (figuratively speaking) all over the house (but not on any carpet) Thursday night WHILE Grey's was on. Can you believe the nerve of him. I cleaned it up and he was then confined to the basement. Same thing on Friday, but now just in my unfinished (thank goodness) basement. Then last night, mind you in the middle of the night dog number 2, Einstein, woke me up around 4:00 am, prancing all over. My quick solution was to confine him to the master bathroom, which has linoleum on the floor. I woke to another mess, and then proceeded down to the basement and found yet another Isaac mess. The thing is neither acted sick, just diarrhea. Heathcliff was never sick, but I didn't care. They all went on a fast for the day, and then tonight I fed them some boiled hamburger and rice. I'll see how they handle that, and then hopefully work them back onto their regular dogfood.
This morning, between tumbling, and napping, Tuks and I ran to Walmart to pick up some photos for Cheetah's photo album, Tuks napped, I did laundry, and did final winterizing yard work. When Tuks woke up, we had to go back to Walmart to shop for the Operation Christmas Child Shoebox, and groceries for the week. The place was packed, and Tuks wanted (crying, tantrums) the toys I was buying for the box. I, for the life of me DO NOT understand when people speak of Retail Therapy, because when I walk into a store in which there are that many people and I know I will be confined there awhile my heart rate literally goes up. I'm not kidding!! It races, I'm stressed, and I want to get done ASAP. I need therapy AFTER the shopping. No wonder I buy sweets, it's for a stress reliever (justification) after I arrive home. Therefore, you could correctly surmise I am cheating on my diet this weekend, and I don't care.
Then, to top the day off, Tuk's Bear Bear is MIA. I have no idea where it is, and Polar bear, and Baby bear are present, but for some reason just not good enough. So our questions in Tuki's words are "Bear, bear, Where are you??" "Where did he go?".
and lastly
"Come home we miss you!!!"
an then just like that,
the day is over
and I am left asking
"Where did the day go?"
and now I must say good night, because I am off to mop up the remaining DODO stains in the basement.
EDITED: I found Bear bear in a box upstairs!! Praise GOD, all is right in Tuki's world!!!!!!!
FYI -TO KEEPS THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE
Haiti vs. the United States
· Total population (July 2007 estimates)
· Haiti: 8.7 million
· U.S.: 301 million
· Infant mortality rate (number of infants who die before their first
birthdays)
· Haiti: 63.83 per 1,000 live births
· U.S.: 6.37 per 1,000 live births
· Life expectancy at birth
· Haiti: 57
· U.S.: 78
· Literacy rates (percentage of residents over age 15 who can read and write)
· Haiti: 52.9 percent
· U.S. 99 percent
· Gross Domestic Product per capita (2006 estimate)
· Haiti: $1,800
· U.S.: $43,800
· Source: The CIA World Factbook 2007 (www.cia.gov)