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It’s been a while since I last posted. I have been busy, busy, busy with work, school and my dog. Work is exciting these days – we launched a new medical device in the U.K. and it’s taking off quite well. School has been…dull…I thought it would be more interesting since I’m studying Environmental Science, but I’m a bit bored with the class. The professor isn’t very enthusiastic about the course. Oh well – finals next week, and on to the next class.

As for my puppy – he managed to have a stroke a little over a week ago. *sigh* He was out doing his one-mile run with Steve and had a seizure (5 of them, actually). Scared the crap out of Steve. After a multitude of tests, an MRI and $3,000 spent at the emergency room, B is doing much better. He has partial paralysis on the left side of his face and is a bit slower and quieter than normal. Other than that, you’d never know anything happened. No more running for him. He’ll be moving at my speed from now on, not Steve’s, as soon as I get cleared for exercising again (damn back injury…) So, along with his liver and kidney problems caused by abuse from his previous owner, my dog now has dain bramage.  On the bright side, the cats have suddenly become very friendly towards him. They must sense he’s not well.  Good kitties!

It’s been a challenge to think creatively – I am giving myself one more week to recover from the craziness that has been my life lately, and then I MUST get back to writing. Crack that whip!

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So – there I was, ready to go.  A mug of coffee in each hand, books tucked under my arm, shoes nowhere in site when my dog asked me, “Wanna race?”  I looked him up and down.  He wriggled his ears and grinned at me.  “I know I can beat you. Only,  it’s not fair of you to tell me to ‘wait’ at the top of the stairs.  You know I can’t resist the ‘wait’ command.  It’s so…hypnotizing.” he said.   I shrugged my shoulders.  “Okay.  I’ll be fair.  Ready…set…go!”

Off we ran with me in the lead as we exited the bedroom and turned left towards the stairs.  He was gaining on me as I reached the first step, but I knew how to slow him down:  I stopped mid-step.  He stopped.  He was confused. Were we or weren’t we going downstairs?  He turned back toward the bedroom thinking, “She must have forgotten something…again.  Her age is definitely showing.”  I hopped on down the stairs.  I heard his feet slide on the hardwood floor as he realized he’d been duped and turned on his heel.

He barked and raced down the stairs after me, gaining ground quickly.  With just 5 steps to go, he was at my side.  He body-checked me into the banister, and leaped past me for the win.  He skidded at the base of the stairs and slammed into the front door, but he didn’t care.  He had won!  Victory was finally his!

Meanwhile, back on the stairs, I couldn’t regain my balance after that vicious body-check.  I raised my arms out to my sides to help, fully forgetting that I had several books under my arm and two mugs of lukewarm coffee in my hands.  The books bounced unceremoniously down the stairs as coffee painted a lovely abstract image on my cream-colored walls.  I dropped the coffee mugs in a desperate attempt to stave the fall, but my bare feet suddenly slipped out from beneath me. I fell butt-first on the 4th step, bounced without a bit of grace down the remaining steps, and landed on the oak floor with a loud bang.

And that, dear reader, is how I managed to herniate my L3, L4, L5 and S1 discs last week.  Do you know any good taxidermists? One that works with the canine species?

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I am in love with a big (65 lb), fluffy (understatement) Sheltie named Beethoven. I melt when he turns his milk-chocolate eyes up to me, eyebrows arched, one ear perked and the other flopping over, smiling that Sheltie-smile.  *sigh*   He’s the smartest dog with whom I have ever shared a home.  He knows people by name, and not just the folks who live with him.  In a room full of people, I can ask him to bring something to Auntie Joyce, and he does it!  I don’t point to her, she doesn’t call over to him.  He just KNOWS.  If I ask him “Where’s Jeff?”, he’ll go to the front door, bark and wait.  Jeff is his boy.  Jeff is grown now and has moved out on his own, but Beethoven checks his room almost daily – I think he’s hoping Jeff will magically appear on the bed.  I sometimes join him in hoping Jeff will magically appear…I, too, miss my boy.

When I rescued B, he was on death row because he was considered “dangerously people-aggressive”.  I took him home with the knowledge that he would be euthanized if I couldn’t get him to change his ways within 3 months.   I took his muzzle off,  massaging his tummy as he lay with his head in my lap.  Poor thing – he wasn’t mean.  He was terrified!  His previous owner beat the crap out of him – that is bound to leave a psychological mark or two, ya think?  Three months of consistent discipline and more love than any one dog should be able to handle, and he was a different dog.  He passed the Canine Good Citizen test with flying colors, and the County exonerated him of all previous transgressions.  Whew!  I don’t think I could have handed him over if he didn’t pass – we’d probably be hiding in Canada right now!  We’ve been a happy team for 7 years now.  He is my friend, confidant, bed warmer and all-around buddy!  Now if I could just get him to stop stealing the fresh loaves of bread off the counter…he’s quickly making himself an enemy of Steve, the bread baker in the house.  I swear I saw Steve googling dog recipes the other day…

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