Pugs Hate Justin Bieber
I don’t know what Rosie Finlinson has against Justin Bieber, but I approve.
That’s What She Said… to the Universe
Saturday almost cracked me. First the ordeal with Daisy and then Rosie Finlinson’s trip to doggy ER, but somehow I managed to find a silver lining, which you can read in this week’s “That’s What She Said.”
Keeping Miss Daisy
Saturday morning after carefully examining Daisy, the vet agreed I should probably let her go.
I cried.
He hugged me.
It was awkward.
He sensed my hesitation and gave me a second option: pain and anti-inflammatory medication. I asked for a few minutes to think about it and immediately called my brother. Putting my dog down was not something I wanted to do alone. Ben didn’t pick up, so I selfishly put off the inevitable and asked the vet to medicate her for pain.
I took Daisy home and within a few hours she was wagging her tail–something she hasn’t done in quite some time. My wise friend Susan said if I’m not ready, Daisy isn’t ready. I think she might be right.
I know I’ve got to let her go sooner or later, but it’s going to have to be later. I need more time with her, and my brother needs time to hold this over my head. I can hear him now, “No, Sarah I won’t fix your garbage disposal. I already saved your dog’s life this month. Isn’t that enough?”
Resolutions are for Suckers
One of my New Year’s resolutions was to stop cheating so much on my vegan diet.
This particular resolution lasted two whole days.
Sporty Nerd brought homemade cookies into the office and delivered them to me via remote controlled truck. These aren’t any old cookies; these cookies are crack cocaine chocolate chip cookies. They are impossible to refuse!
So I didn’t. I enjoyed the hell out of them. And then immediately changed my resolution to only cheating on veganism when nerds, toys and/or addictive drugs are involved.