The State of Ass
Sep. 28th, 2004 04:34 pm![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I have nothing more of value to say to anyone about anything. Seriously. I am all out of words thingies to say about stuff. I used up my supply. Please carry on without me.
Yesterday - well more like Sunday since there was no sleep allowed Sunday night as Sid needed to be rocked and then walked and just could not settle down at all because he was in pain - Sid reopened his incision wound on his ass from the surgery. I think he did it by dragging his ass on the floor which also leads to a danger of splinters. His vet agrees. We have no way of preventing him from doing the ass dragging thing as there is no such thing as an anti-ass dragging collar or even belt. Even if there were such a contraption I am not certain that I would employ it as I think all creatures do have basic and unalienable rights and the right to drag your ass across any surface you see fit is probably up on that list. This is just me.
But - by dragging that ass - he has re-opened his insision which has led to bleeding and pain and some really nasty stains on my new white bathroom rug. Also - no sleep. If Sid can't get comfortable - then NO ONE gets comfortable.
So we went to the vet and we have some Duramax for the pain and ointment for the open wound part and she trimmed the few remaining sutures so they would not itch as much and I am to hold a warm compress to Sid's ass a coupla times a day and then apply the ointment. That combined with the 3 times a day I have to shove my hand down his throat to administer his antibiotic has made me rethink this whole "Not having children because they are a lot of work" theory I have going. Sid pukes all over the floor at least twice a month. I might as well have a kid. Eh - my kid would be a lot brattier than my dog and damned if I don't have a bratty dog.
With a draggy ass. We are still waiting to hear back about the path on the tumor - I'm not thinking about it and Sid seems unconcerned. He was much more upset by the presense of a cat on a leash in the Vet's office yesterday. He was really thrown by that. I asked if the leash worked at all - to the cat owner - and she admitted it was pretty much only used for vet trips now.
I think Sid is just conditioned to "Dogs on Leash - Cats roam free and mock" and this upset his world order. Also - that and we got chased by the neighborhood badass cat Sunday night when I took him for a walk at midnight to try and get him to settle down. This cat actually *chased* us down the street. I was afraid that he was gonna catch us and fuck us up and wondered if we could even take that cat - if we worked as a team. Cause that would be embarrassing to have your ass and that of your 50 lb dog beat half a block from your door by a kitty-cat. But that was one big-ass, bad-ass cat. I swear. You would have run too.
Anyhoo - got him fixed up and we both collapsed last night before 9pm and I slept through my alarm until past 8 this morning, so I think I am caught up on the sleep thing. I hope here endeth the insomnia.
But - I didn't get a chance to write anything at all last night - so I have to make it up tonight. I don't think I have 100 words in me about the same subject, though. Unless that subject happens to be the state of my dog's ass. Then, apparently, I can talk at length.
God. I told you have nothing to say anymore. I am going to go and listen to more Lester Flatts now. Also, if anyone would like to yousendit some Roy Clark and Grandpa Jones mp3s that would be appreciated.