the case of the biochem thief!

I brought in some oatmeal Monday, so that I’d have breakfast there if I wanted it. Wednesday morning I went to get some and it was all gone! Along with 6 cans of soup and an unopened bag of sourdough pretzels.

I was so mad. Whoever took my food went out of their way to not take the microwavable dry soups and rice (I have 4 left) or the can opener that was sitting on top of the cans, but they hauled more than they could carry in one arm load, unless they bagged it.

I bet some jerk of a grad student pilfered on their way out of the building. I hope the department puts in a camera, as they are thinking about.

The worst part was, I didn’t get any breakfast!


a weekend alone

…if it can be called that.

My brother left this morning to fly to Philly to visit Risa. I’m glad he got to go. It’s got to be hard to be separated as they are right now. He’ll be gone until Monday night.

He left around 3:30am and the pups joined me on my bed. Luckily they went right to sleep. Unluckily, I did not.

I took them to the park with Aggie for our morning romp. I figured there wouldn’t be any people for them to chase. It was sopping wet from the rain last night, but I can deal with that.

Just as we were finishing and had reached the bridge to cross the creek, the army (or marine) boys came running by on the trail. Ella went berserke. Lou too. They totally don’t listen to me when they are chasing feet.

Once I finally got them back to me, they were so happy with themselves – especially Ella. She couldn’t have been more pleased. I’ve got to find a way to get through to them that this is really, really BAD!

bad week… coonskin cap anyone?

It’s not been a good week. Jenner started limping around about the 11th and I took him to the vet on the 13th; she thought maybe a strain. But last week it got worse and swelled up badly. So I had to take him back on Thursday. He has a internal abscess, infection and fever. I admitt to being suspiscious of Ella because she’s taken to stalking him, but now I think that I remember hearing a cat screech one night. When I checked outside there was nothing but Jenner sitting calmly where he normally does, so I didn’t think anything of it. The vet says even a grazing bite can do this, so… antibiotics for two weeks. Antibiotics of which he fights violently (but not viciously, thank goodness) and made him sick this morning.

I can feel the fever and he limps around on three legs – it’s miserable. I want him comfortable. He wants outside so badly, but that’s probably not a good idea.

Aggie fought and killed a raccoon this week too. Wednesday morning we almost made it out of the park before this dsc00685happened. It was a horrific fight. I tried to stop her, but I was too far away when the damage was done. The raccoon was too hurt to survive. Aggie received a bad bite on her nose; which she deserved, except that it looks awful. It’s getting better and she’s oblivious as usual, but she’s back to wearing her bell all the time – this time, to scare of potential prey.

And besides all of these problems, work’s been hell.

shelter makeover

Last night on my local news I saw how two high schoolers were trying to get the word out about this shelter makeover competition. Our local shelter REALLY needs a makover. It’s pretty pitiful.

I know it’s annoying, but if anyone who reads this can register with the website and put the Central Missouri Humane Society (zip code: 65201) as their affiliated shelter, I would really appreciate it. The standing for my shelter has moved from 850 or so to 32 (as of last listing) and I would really, really like to see this happen. I got both my animals from this shelter and while, of course, any shelter getting help is good, ours is desperately in need this year.

I added a link to this site to my list to make this easier.




my favorite mornings…

today was one of those mornings.

Because it’s winter time, it’s still dark when I get to the park with Aggie. And today was cold. I think the forcaster on the radio said 13; pretty cold for Missouri. Then again, she also said it was overcast – but I only saw a few clouds.

We just had a full moon on the 10th, so it’s just noticably waning and still hangs there like a lamp lighting the path. With just a dusting of snow, it was perfect. Just enough snow to cover the ground and make the “snow squeak” under my boots. Only my cheeks and the tip of my nose really felt the cold; and my fingertips, until they warmed up. At least for the first portion of our walk. About half way around the path turns north again. I planned it so that I was on the more open side when that happened, with a clear view of the moon – I also got a northerly breeze in the face, but not so much that it ruined the moment.

It’s a bit exciting knowing you’re the first person in the park in the morning. Writing it out, it sounds pathetic, but it’s true. When it has snowed during the night, it’s much more obvious that you’re the first crossing the bridge because there are no other footprints. It gives the illusion that you’re the only person in the world… which I very much love… if I could only block out the distant sounds of the city. Even distant, they are still there. It’s still a dream of mine to live where I can’t hear any, any traffic.

Then right before Aggie and I left the park, we met with Doc, Shelby and their person. Matt is often kind enough to bring another dog, Gracie, who belongs to a colleague of his and who is often in the park herself, but can’t make it every morning.

Aggie knows these dogs well. Very well, in fact. I walked with Matt just a little ways because the dogs felt like playing. Aggie doesn’t always do that, so it’s nice for her to use a little more energy and they were all feeling frisky from the chill.

Gracie is just a little bigger than Aggie; maybe 7-10 lbs. She also tends to be a dominant dog. The play between them became a skirmish. A quickie, dominance fight and Aggie surprised me by cowing Gracie. It was done almost before it started, but we still separated them, and Aggie and I left.

I think it surprised Matt as much as me. And I should feel like this, but I wanted to praise Aggie. I was proud of her… that’s terrible, but true.

Where or where is my cold winter?

I’m trying to study for the GRE. Some of it’s getting in, but some is not.

Because the weather has been abnormally warm recently, I have not been able to sleep well. In the winter, I love to keep the temperature relatively low and snuggle under lots of blankets. And fresh flannel sheets are a kind of heaven to me.

But these past nights I’ve been too hot to sleep even with just a comforter and a sheet (plus a 20 lb. cat), but too cold with just the flannel sheet. It’s beginning to annoy me.

Plus with all this warm weather, the park is a mess – especially in the afternoon. In the early morning, the mud is frozen enough to not cause too many problems walking. But in the afternoon… YUCK! Mud to your ankles and so much sliding, it’s almost skating. And even better, the dog comes home a mess, which she loves to trail inside.

I swear, the first quality I’m looking for in a house, is a mud room!

truck maintenance

Is there anything as depressing as learning you need $700 worth or work done on your vehicle, when you thought you were actually doing well for once?

Last year my dad put new shocks on my truck (I helped!). He was awesome and I actually enjoyed doing the work. I mentioned that he had always seemed cranky when he worked on the cars when I was a kid, which was why I never wanted to help. But he wasn’t so cranky when we did the shocks. He said it was because there was less pressure – it wasn’t his vehicle he was working on, now, so it didn’t matter… thanks, dad. Love you, too!

But I just had my truck checked over and they mentioned that I need a new water pump and the front wheel bearings are bad. About $700 worth of work. I said, I would need to talk to dad first – it’s Easter, I’m going home anyway.

I wasn’t going to say anything to dad until I got home, but I mentioned it to mom and she immediatly handed the phone over to him… we’re back to cranky. :{