1. Xena, Warrior Piglet will not be bringing any other piglets into the world. And, in true cattle dog fashion, she’s acting as if there’s not a large incision on her belly, and that she didn’t just have a few internal organs removed.
Dogs are amazing. Ok, actually, when Nellie was spayed, she whimpered for three days, and I took her back to the vet, sure something had gone horribly wrong. Nope, just a sighthound, convinced she was dying from discomfort (and having been through a c-section, she was absolutely within her rights to believe it, don’t get me wrong!) But cattle dogs. I remembered that my first ACD behaved this way too–yeah, physical discomfort, what of it? There’s PLAYING to do!
And, happily, Xena’s not too concerned about licking the incision site. I’m just going to be spending all my time trying to get her to calm the hell down. She’s been jumping on things, dogs and people since she started feeling better (approximately three hours after getting home.)
2. Getting the last few things together for school. Glass containers for applesauce. A new backpack with a working zipper. Long pants. Winter coat. Hard to imagine needing such a thing when it’s so blessed hot out there, but…
3. So if a person happened to serve lobster at a family party right before the hottest, most humid days of the year. And if it happened to be several days before garbage pick up when she tossed the inside-garbage into the outside bin. And if her outdoor garbage bins happened to get completely overrun by lobster-eatin’ maggots, at least she has chickens who found clean-up duty less disgusting than delicious.
I however, found it stomach-rollingly disgusting. The whole thing. From clean-up to chicken feast. Might be a while before I can face lobster again. Or dried mealworm treats for the girls. Or eggs, for that matter. Blech.
Also? While wrestling with Nellie yesterday, Xena dove/rolled onto the spot where a large dog-poo had just been removed from the yard. When I was done with maggots, I got to deal with dog poo. Yesterday was a day of disgustingness. Enough said.
4. In a fit of nostaliga, the kiddo is rewatching shows he grew out of years ago. Like Blue’s Clues. Which is a nice change from, say, Johnny Test, but I’m struck by how well I remember this show. All the little musical numbers, the dog-sounds. It was really the first kids’ programming I’d ever watched since being a kid, and because he was young when he watched it, I was usually in the room with him. Weird to know this show has entered my brain and is probably not leaving anytime soon.
5. Next week is the last week of summer for us. Going to The Boy’s old summer camp for ‘family days’ next weekend–a trip that the kiddo cares more about than anything else about summer. And then school. Oddly, we didn’t make it to the beach this summer. Or even a lake. We didn’t do as much as I’d planned on, but we all felt busy, so I guess it worked out in the end.
Happy end of summer, everyone.