so the new

puppy is back with Maggie.  Speaking of the new puppy, yesterday I had to take Archer to the vet for his next set of puppy shots.  Well, back up.  Yesterday at 7:15 the doorbell rang.  I had a hunch so I jumped out of my pj pants and into a pair of jeans and sure enough, there was one of the neighbors, holding Archer.  He got out.  Eric and I fixed where he got out and I called the vet.  They asked if 11:00 would be good and I said sure.  So, I got some of my stuff done and then realized I couldn't take him anywhere because his collar and leash had been thrown away.  So at 10:15 I hurried off to Walmart for the two.  I got there and was held up by slow person after slow person after slow person.  I'm not exaggerating.  By the time I got to the last slow person that was holding me up, I couldn't help but bust out laughing.  It was pretty ridiculous.  I don't mean these people were just piddling in my way, I mean they were S.L.O.W.  For example, the last lady was crossing my path out of the parking lot but she could barely walk and had assistance from a nurse who she was holding onto.  Don't get me wrong, I wasn't laughing at the people and their inability to walk or function, I was laughing because I got caught behind everyone when I had an appointment in 20 minutes. 

I finally made it home with just enough time to get the dog and head to the vet.  Next problem.  I couldn't find the dog.  I called out in the backyard several times and only Maggie came running.  I whistled and went back there to see where he might have gone.  I went to the neighbor's house to see if they'd seen him and drove down the next street to see if he was there.  Nothing.  I called the vet to let them know I couldn't find him and wouldn't be there in 2 minutes.  I went home to get Eric, who I had already told to hurry and get dressed since we need to find the dog.  I ran back in the front door and Eric said Archer was out back.  He'd been sleeping in the cabinet.

We made it to the vet and he's doing great.  He's gained about 5 pounds since the vet had him. 

Oh yeah, that other neighbor I checked with when I was trying to find him at 11:00, well she came knocking on the door around 6:00 yesterday, holding a little black lab mix.  Now he just needs to grow so that he can't squeeze through holes to get out.

i've been

a little preoccupied so here are some bluebonnets.

so... yeah,

we went to Orlando and I never got around to finishing that story.  I would have but 736 other things got in the way.  I guess the biggest thing going on right now is our new puppy, Archer.  We once adopted a dog, Eddie, from the SPCA.  He was a cute black and white dog that we brought home and he gave our other dog kennel cough and mange.  That's when I vowed to never buy an SPCA dog again, especially a black and white one.  Fast forward 10+ years.  On Saturday we adopted Archer, a black and white lab mix, from the SPCA.  This time I swear.  I WILL NEVER BUY ANOTHER DOG FROM THE SPCA.  Everything was fine.  He was getting along wonderfully with Maggie and she was enjoying his company.  Wednesday I dropped him off at the SPCA clinic for his neutering appointment that was made at the time of adoption.  When I picked him up he just seemed a lot skinnier and out of it, which was expected.  He'd been fasting and was probably still a little out of it from the surgery.  Once we got him home to get some water, we weren't terribly shocked when he threw up all of his water.  But when he kept throwing up, red flags were raised.  I went and bought some Pedialyte, which he also couldn't hold down.  Everyone eventually went to bed and I decided to sleep on the couch so I could hear him in his cage.  Eric and I ended up getting him to the animal ER in Pearland around midnight.  They tested him and found out he had parvo.  Even though they offered us the doom and gloom statistics, we decided to leave him there overnight to begin treatments.  We came home and went to bed.  After crying about the dog, getting 2.5 hours of sleep and then setting my alarm for another 30 mintues, I was back at the ER at 7:30 with big, fat, puffy eyes to pick him up so I could transfer him to our vet.  I dropped him off yesterday morning around 9.  Our vet had a more positive outlook than the staff from the night before.  I called yesterday evening and they said he was doing "good".  I called this morning but the receptionist couldn't find a tech to get answers from.

Once I dropped him off, we had to clean the house with Clorox.  By the way, I hate the smell of Clorox.  We filled two yard sprayers with a Clorox/water mix and two of Eric's friends were out spraying the yard and everything back there while Eric walked around with a trash bag.  Yesterday truly sucked.  I was so ready for bed and I slept hard.  It was awesome.  It was one of those great sleeps where you wake up feeling wonderful and then you stop and realize "oh wait, there's drama going on"... I hate that.

Yesterday was also my last class of a series.  I missed it.  There's no way I could've made it to Houston and back with everything else that had to be done.  And even if I did, I couldn't guarantee I'd stay awake while it happened.

Anyway, that's one of the things that's been keeping me preoccupied. 

Now I need to tend to laundry.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the Coke I put in the fridge an hour ago is cold enough for me to enjoy.