Clearly I am ADD

I cannot stay on a topic. It is odd. I seem to be losing track of myself all the time lately. I was so proud to go to the gym before work for spinning....I got all the varmints doctored, which is a lot of them lately, found my spinning shoes and got there just a couple of minutes late for class. That was when I remembered that it is canceled this week. Which means I was wearing my padded butt shorts to work for no good reason. You can imagine how cute I was.

Check out Grandpa with his wrap on to support his ouchy tendon. I did not see him walk this morning or tonight as once he had his head in the water trough and tonight he was making sure his feed bucket did not walk off--but the difference in him from Saturday nite til Monday morning when Dr Miles looked at him was amazing. He has not had a Bute since Monday morning, so when the doc is here in the morning, we will analyze his action with no Bute in him at all.

See what I mean--jumping around in topics. Really I just took a pic and so I posted it. I make no sense. And do not forget my regular disclaimer--I know Gramps is a little thin--that happens when the heat hits every year. And he is 29. He looks damn good for 29. Tell me he doesn't look good for that old. A week ago he looked AWESOME. Then the fires of hell turned up and it got vicious hot---and bam there goes the weight. Happens to a lot of them.


I really do not have anything to talk about. I took these pics on Sunday, and since there will be no more Gabi pics until at least the fall and maybe even Xmas, you are getting these too. Plus there is Edward in them
She is scared of nothing. This is one of her favorite things--getting pitched around. I have one shot, I bet she is eight feet over the water. But you could not see her face.
How bout these gobbles? She is styling while she cruises the pool.
Edward. I got to see him for about two hours and one of those was dinner out where he sat at the other end of the table. He is pretty much swell. He did not even mention the pig staying away from Gabi, which I know full well is something he likes to happen. I think he does not trust pig. Gabi loves him.
This was at the dinner that night--she is always trying to share things. She was offering me those golf tees from the brainiac wooden test thing at Cracker Barrel. She says "Want some?" about everything before she takes it for herself. She is very polite for such a short person. Except she did stuff some of the tees up her nose.

What else? I had an excellent workout with the Beast over lunch today. I am not convinced he is not trying to kill me. I will be feeling this one tomorrow for sure--but I like it that way. I see him again Thursday before I leave town, and he is making me a workout for the weekend, in case BS gets in his apartment, giving me access to a gym.

Speaking of leaving town, Tequila stayed inside today all day and boy was she ready to go when I got home at 8:30 tonight. She looked damn near able-bodied trotting out of here to potty. Don't ask me why leaving town made me think of that-probably because I am going to leave her with my dad to take care of--I figure she cannot trick him like all the other dogs do because she is not about to run off anywhere. That way he can give her the meds every twelve hours--between him and mom, surely they can keep her on schedule--she is doing better all the time.

Ah ha--other thing---Slater's pantry pillaging evidently was not confined to the carnage in the living room. I got out of bed this morning and stepped right on an empty packet of hot dogs. He must have taken them from Tequila's stash--that is how I give her pills.


Back to Barry's apartment. They are still not moved in. In fact, they have changed their minds a jillion times. I highly doubt that he will be in it by the weekend which will be terribly disappointing. I had to give up a weekend in North Carolina with some dog friends to do this prison visit, and it was made okay to do it since I was going to get to shop for BS new housing, hang out at the pool and generally feel like I am on vacation. I surely do not have to tell you that if I have to stay at a damn Super 8 instead, I will be sadly disappointed. Very sadly. That takes a bit of the fun out of it--especially if there is no pool. Cross your fingers that things move a little more quickly that they seem to have so far. Now it is not just the company but the apartment people that are not sure they can get it done on time.

I went to the movies tonight--The Proposal with Sandra Bullock. So funny. Definitely see it. I love her and some Betty White. It was good.

What else have I got? Nada. I swore I was going to bed early because Dr M will be here between 7:30 and 8 am and I want to get Boogie's wrap stripped off by then so he can see the progress---but I do not think I even have it in me. I seem to think the world will stop or something if I actually fall asleep early. I am so not that important.