Tuesday morning at 5:30 I was heading out to feed the dogs. If I could only convince Tess to sleep a little later! There were no dogs around, I was all by myself so I can't even blame them. I was walking down the steps carrying ten dog bowls and I missed the next to last step.
The damages are minor. The left foot is swollen and bruised but today I was able to get a shoe on it, and the right knee is very swollen and doesn't bend very easily. I have been lying on the couch with ice packs on the boo boos, and using crutches to get from there to the bathroom and bed. Today I can navigate with just one crutch.
Now on to more interesting stuff.
This is a symbol for my pet peeves. Today I'm going to share a couple with you.
Don't you hate the way the press is all over a story, any story, giving non stop details day in and day out until another more sensational story comes along, when they totally drop the first one and you never hear how it was resolved? One would think if it was so important that they had to talk about it day and night for days or weeks, it might be important enough to go back to and let the public know how things wound up.
Here's the resolution to one of my recent posts. Our fence is repaired and the bad man whose car broke it paid for the repair.
Another pet peeve concerning reporters. I am sick and tired of hearing that a story is too complicated for the public to understand or that the public has a short attention span. The public is just fine, thank you. It seems to be the reporters who have the short attention span and if they would do their job and explain the story we are perfectly capable of understanding it.
Another of my posts had a good ending.
The last time we took Morgan to the vet, we decided to try some pain medication for her arthritis. She seemed to respond well to it so we discussed continuing it. Morgan has liver disease and I was concerned how her liver would react to the new meds. Tuesday Rob took Morgan to the clinic for a blood test. Everything was normal, even some liver readings that had been elevated on her last test. She is doing very well and acting like a happy little dog again.
OK, another pet peeve coming up.
In my next life I'm going to be a weatherman(person). In what other job can you get everything wrong 90% of the time and people still wait for you and listen to your every word? Even when they're right they still cover their asses by using terms such as 'possibility of rain' or 'chance of snow'.
I worked in banking and if I was wrong as often as these guys I would have been fired. They are looked up to.
Over the weekend the weatherman said there would be no chance of rain till Thursday, today. He repeated that several times including early Monday morning. Mid morning on Monday it started raining and I don't mean showers. This was cloudbursts. We had to drive across town and the streets were all flooded because the rain was falling so hard that it had nowhere to go.
It rained all day and when we took the dogs out in the evening they were muddy messes. Rob stood at the back door with the hose and sprayed each of them as they passed him on their way inside. Still they looked more brown than white.
Check out Noah's white legs even after being hosed down. And being dogs, we had to do this all over again a few hours later. Nice going, weatherman!
This isn't a typical Dogs On Thursday post, but I mentioned the dogs, so it counts.
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