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Sid gave me a scare this weekend - not a "OH NO SID!! ARE YOU OKAY?!?" type scare, but a "Oh, crap the thing we were gonna take care of next month is acting up and it will probably require immediate attention and this means I cannot go to Vividcon!" kind of scare.
Which really upset me. I mean - I am talking *upset* -- so I in turn upset Lum and then we spent a good jolly time bitching about it all.
Well, it looks like Sid is gonna be fine (he realizes that I am leaving, does feel bad from his boosters and is an attention whore), my hypochondria-by-proxy has been in over-drive along with my guilt for kenneling him for the first time since he was 7 months old. My guilt is abating as I pester that poor girl at the kennel to death. We have talked daily since my reservations and I swear she has the patience of a saint. Sid can have all the toys he wants. He can have all the bedding/blankets that he wants. He can have his own treats dispensed as I see fit. He will have private playtime. If the weather is good, his run is inside/outside. It is also air-conditioned. This is good. The weather is supposed to be sunny and in high seventies. This is perfect Sid weather (he loves to sunbathe, I swear he is part cat). There are no thunderstorms predicted.
So tonight Ole Sid gets a benadryl to help with his itchy skin (I have to remind myself that he has sensitive skin and this IS NOT UNUSUAL for him) and no food after 9pm. If he seems bad tomorrow - we go to the vet first thing (7:30am).
What this has taught me? Other than I am highly neurotic, it does not pay to look forward to things, and God is very possibly out to get me? It is hard raising a dog as a single parent. Seriously. I am *it* - especially since my mother is no longer offering Grandma services when I need a babysitter (he tore up the basement carpet last time. I have no idea why. He's never done it before. Maybe he is trying new things?) and Dawn - while she lives here and is actually across the street, well she doesn't really *like* Sid that much. I suppose she likes him as much as she likes any animal, but he isn't allowed in her house (DISCRIMINATION!!). To be fair - no animals are allowed in her house. Even her goldfish live outside. She has one with a blue head that is really fast and we call her Illyria. Cousin Julie-Buffy would totally take care of my dog for the weekend... if this were 1998. Right now she has her hands full with a young kid and a dog of her own and not to mention the husband. Her sister Angie would totally do it - if she still lived in Lexington.
So, I am thinking and the more I am thinking the more I realize that Sid needs a Daddy. Well, not a daddy - cause, no. Just no. Sid needs an Uncle. Or I at least need some dude that *has* to do as I say cause he either fears me or is just soinlovewithme that he will do anything I say. I'm good with either at this point.
It's too late to do anything about this situation now - with VVC just 3 days away. I *will* be at VVC, too. I will figure something out, if need be. Also - I think I am *this* close to convincing the Kennel woman to give me her cell phone number so I can have her checking on Sid round the clock... I could so totally offer to pay her under the table and I *know* she has a key... But! When I get back to town - we are gonna put this plan into motion. Yes. I finally have a good reason to lock in a boyfriend.
Now I must locate him. Oh and after he is located, I have to, like bring down my prey or something like that. It has been awhile. I'm pretty certain Dawn approaches the whole dating thing like a National Geographic Special. Oh God. I have Dawn as my guide. This is really, really scary. But sacrifices must be made. I will do it for Sid.
Which really upset me. I mean - I am talking *upset* -- so I in turn upset Lum and then we spent a good jolly time bitching about it all.
Well, it looks like Sid is gonna be fine (he realizes that I am leaving, does feel bad from his boosters and is an attention whore), my hypochondria-by-proxy has been in over-drive along with my guilt for kenneling him for the first time since he was 7 months old. My guilt is abating as I pester that poor girl at the kennel to death. We have talked daily since my reservations and I swear she has the patience of a saint. Sid can have all the toys he wants. He can have all the bedding/blankets that he wants. He can have his own treats dispensed as I see fit. He will have private playtime. If the weather is good, his run is inside/outside. It is also air-conditioned. This is good. The weather is supposed to be sunny and in high seventies. This is perfect Sid weather (he loves to sunbathe, I swear he is part cat). There are no thunderstorms predicted.
So tonight Ole Sid gets a benadryl to help with his itchy skin (I have to remind myself that he has sensitive skin and this IS NOT UNUSUAL for him) and no food after 9pm. If he seems bad tomorrow - we go to the vet first thing (7:30am).
What this has taught me? Other than I am highly neurotic, it does not pay to look forward to things, and God is very possibly out to get me? It is hard raising a dog as a single parent. Seriously. I am *it* - especially since my mother is no longer offering Grandma services when I need a babysitter (he tore up the basement carpet last time. I have no idea why. He's never done it before. Maybe he is trying new things?) and Dawn - while she lives here and is actually across the street, well she doesn't really *like* Sid that much. I suppose she likes him as much as she likes any animal, but he isn't allowed in her house (DISCRIMINATION!!). To be fair - no animals are allowed in her house. Even her goldfish live outside. She has one with a blue head that is really fast and we call her Illyria. Cousin Julie-Buffy would totally take care of my dog for the weekend... if this were 1998. Right now she has her hands full with a young kid and a dog of her own and not to mention the husband. Her sister Angie would totally do it - if she still lived in Lexington.
So, I am thinking and the more I am thinking the more I realize that Sid needs a Daddy. Well, not a daddy - cause, no. Just no. Sid needs an Uncle. Or I at least need some dude that *has* to do as I say cause he either fears me or is just soinlovewithme that he will do anything I say. I'm good with either at this point.
It's too late to do anything about this situation now - with VVC just 3 days away. I *will* be at VVC, too. I will figure something out, if need be. Also - I think I am *this* close to convincing the Kennel woman to give me her cell phone number so I can have her checking on Sid round the clock... I could so totally offer to pay her under the table and I *know* she has a key... But! When I get back to town - we are gonna put this plan into motion. Yes. I finally have a good reason to lock in a boyfriend.
Now I must locate him. Oh and after he is located, I have to, like bring down my prey or something like that. It has been awhile. I'm pretty certain Dawn approaches the whole dating thing like a National Geographic Special. Oh God. I have Dawn as my guide. This is really, really scary. But sacrifices must be made. I will do it for Sid.
