First things first- Shawn is out of town for training (he got a good job), so that means I have to fill the emotional needs of all six animals on my own, and it is a full time job. Since he is gone, I leave my door open, and this morning I woke up to Peak Pet: Thurston on my head, Lovey next to my right ear, Ginger off my right shoulder, Lily in between my right arm and chest under the covers, Rosie next to my right thigh under the covers, and Steve on my left side with his front paws and torso on my chest and his behind on a pillow. They had apparently locked me in that position for a while so that I could not even move, because I was so stiff in my shoulders I had to take a hot shower just to loosen up enough to start the day. If you haven’t woken up with a puppy on your head and a cat on your chest, I’ll just throw it out there- it takes a few seconds to gather your bearings and figure out just exactly what the hell is going on.
Holly and I went to the vet today and gave them my bi-monthly tithe. She came along to help me out because I didn’t think I had it in me to wrangle two puppies and two dogs at the vet, and she comes by and inhales the cuteness of the puppies like Dick Cheney gathers energy from the blood of babies, so we killed two birds with one stone. The puppies had their first round of shots and were 4 1/2 and 6 1/3 pounds respectively (Thurston being the larger of the two), Ginger’s sugar is under control and the vet is thrilled with her numbers (which I forget the exact numbers but they were good) so we are staying on the same dose of insulin, and Lily has her annual spring ear infection (this time a mixture of yeast and bacteria) so she went home with drops.
On the way home we stopped by the BBQ shack and picked up some stuffed pepper soup and cornbread, as it is rapidly becoming my favorite soup on the planet. Other than that, it has been a night of me having rotating pets on my lap, making sure everyone gets the allotment of attention they need so that the house remains calm and peaceful and balanced.
I saw some of you all talking about Tunch in one of the earlier threads, which is funny, because just today I was thinking that Tunch would not have handled this puppy infestation with the grace and dignity that Steve has dealt with the situation. There would have been blood. And not just mine.
Oh, and Lovey now decides when she is ready for bed and climbs the pet stairs on to bed and starts barking until Thurston or I come join her. Bossy little thing.