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a dog's life : july 27 |
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I hate pimples that hurt. You know, the ones that are lodged way below the skin and affects the entire surrounding area. It's not one of those pus-like ones that you can easily squirt out but the hard kind that refuses to budge and you can't find the white head. I hate them with a vengeance. I also know that pimple like these only come around when my hormones are whacked, right before my monthly visitor is about to come. Shit. That means I may be "afflicted" during my Napa trip. ARGH! I hate being "whammied" during trips. I hate it more than pimples that hurt. It seems like everytime I'm on some trip, I have to contend with this. It's bad enough packing all that crap in your suitcase without having to also fit in countless sanitary supplies. It's so inconvenient to do anything on a trip when you're a bloody mess. And what about my spa appointment? Hm, maybe I ought to see my ob/gyn for some pills to induce it or postpone it. You DO KNOW there are things like that right? How do you think people who get married or go on their honeymoon deal with stuff like that? I'm just SO not looking forward to this if my it happens to coincide with my entire trip. So I'm sitting here right now waiting for the Fedex man to come. I'm expecting a package today and I know it's coming today because I've been tracking it and it says it's on a van already in my vicinity. You gotta love the technology. So I'm not budging until the package arrives. Having a dog costs alot of money. I took her to the vet yesterday for her annual shots and for a general check up. I like to cover everything in one visit because she is terrified of the vet. Being that her claws were razor sharp from last week's grooming, I got some very attractive claw marks from my neck down to my collarbone...a good 6 inches. I look like an abused wife or someone who just had rough sex or both. But I digress...so the visit went smoothly and she was fine except for the fact that she has a lot of tartar on her teeth and it will cost a whopping $90 to clean it. I'm afraid to tell K since he would most certainly object to it - so I'll postpone it for now. She also has a slight hip problem that causes her to skip when she walks. This will most definitely cause her to have major arthritic problems in her old age. So I got her some supplements that cost $40. And how about that Frontline Flea and Tick stuff? Another $30. Got her anal sacs expressed (yum). Another $10. I walked out of there $125.35 poorer. Oh well. The things you have to do to keep a healthy pet. I have to take her back next month to get her spayed. I never got around to doing it when I first got her and now that she's 6 years old....she needs it done to help prolong her life and to greatly reduce the chance of cancer. I recently read Cyn's entry about her schnauzer and I also read someone else's (whom, I can't remember - maybe Pam?) entry about their spaniel. I've always wanted to write about my other dog but I've been hesitant to since I know I will definitely cry as I write about him. I got my first dog as a present from my sister when I was 10. He was a mutt from the SF SPCA and his name was Roger. My sister brought him down here in her purse on the plane for me. He was only 6 weeks old. He was a very happy and good dog. Loved to roam around outdoors and get into trouble. To make a sad story short, he came down with advanced cancer when he was 10 and when I was 20. It was too late to do anything, so I had to put him to sleep in a matter of two days. It was the hardest day of my life. Harder than anything I've had to do in my life. I stayed and watch them inject him with the euthanasia. I relive that scene in my mind all the time as I watch him crumble beneath his feet as his legs gave out...his eyes slowly closing for the last time. His final breath.
I was depressed for a very long time because of this and I vowed to not have another dog because of the pain that it brings me when he/she is no longer here and having to deal with the death of a pet. Three years ago, my parents asked me if we should take in a dog that their friend needed to give away. I adamantly said "no" knowing that I didn't want to relive the ordeal again. Against my wishes, they came home with a small white maltese. Fuckin-a, how could I say no, after I saw her cute face? Anyway, I'm sad sometimes because I'm already dreading the day that will one day come. But until then..... Oh, and yes, I'm crying as I type this. Oh this is weird...I went to take a pic of my dog right now to post for this entry and she's chewing on one of those rawhide things just like Roger in the above pic. Freaky coincidence.....
You ever forget about a restaurant that you used to frequent alot - to only go back to it years later thinking "damn, why haven't I been here in so long?" Well that's what's been happening to me lately. I haven't been to this place called "Victory" in Monterey Park in about 4 years or so. I don't know why I stopped going - laziness? too many other places to try? Well, I recently went back because I was craving their food. And shit, I can't figure out why I've been away from this place because the food is so tasty. They are a Vietnamese style French restaurant and owned by Chinese Vietnamese. It's a freestanding, semi down trodden kind of place but their food is very good. They are especially famous for their Deep Fried (?) Cornish Game Hen, Steaks/Pork Chops and Chicken on Sizzling Platters and the baked dishes. I personally prefer the Cream of Chicken soup, French Bread w/ Butter and Beef Stew in Burgundy Wine Sauce. I had them 3 times in the last 2 weeks. Here's the address if you're interested in trying them: Victory
French Restaurant TGIF to all you working folks out there. By the way, the Fedex guy didn't show up until 5:00pm. Isn't that how life always is? I'm out. |
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