This weekend was mostly filled with sleeping. Which is awesome, don't get me wrong, but it makes the weekend go by that much faster. On weekends where I actually get up early and do something, anything all day, it feels more like a mini vacation.
We did manage to clean and rearrange the living room. After we finished rearranging, we said "Why didn't we think of this before? We have been living like cave men!" It is true, now everyone can see the TV. We moved a shelf from a dark corner in another room and it is now holding our DVDs - pretty clever, eh? I thought of that one.
And when I say clean I mean removed the shocking amounts of paper clutter, junk mail and the pug fur that was binding it all together. Sometime during the week I am going to whip out our vacuum which has been recently returned after being in my sister's possession for over a year! Yeah, that's why my house is a sty, Courtney has had my vacuum, yeah, that's it. We didn't do any deep cleaning, though I did brandish the Swiffer Duster **- a cleaning product I love above all others!
I would now like to wax philosophic on the amount of dust that accumulates in our house. There are 13 animals (including us, not including mice- which would probably raise that number considerably, damn mice!) living in our house. Two of them, Timmy and I, don't make anymore dust than the average two people - which is more that you might think. The 3 dogs are prone to dry skin and probably have more dander than other dogs their size, but then again, they aren't very big. The 3 fish are not producing dust, god, I hope not.
Now that leaves the birds, the lovely 5 little birdies. You may or may not be familiar with how a bird's feathers grow, but it involves a hardish shaft growing out of the skin filled with blood and feather making bits. The shaft grows out until it has a feather inside and then the shaft breaks off into bits when the birds preen themselves (or in Ein's case, is preened by yours truly, because actually Ein is a little whiny baby in a cockatoo suit who does a horribly shabby job at preening herself so I obsessively preen her while watching TV. Or she screams at me. We have a very unhealthy relationship.) Now these little birdy feather shaft bits make metric tons of dust that piles up on every surface in the living room. As of yet, they have not manage to spray their horrible birdy dust into other rooms in the house, but I know they are working on it. Also, dried bird poop makes alot of dust. The End.
Most random post!
** can I just say that the instructions on how to "Fluff your duster like it has never been fluffed before" on the swiffer site makes me extremely happy. And I am going to fluff my duster when I go home for lunch.
Okay. Leelah does not have seasonal allergies, at least not noticeably. She does how ever have a problem with sticking her little pug nose where it doesn't quite belong.
So yesterday I come home from work and Leelah is sneezing worse than ever. She is sneezing so hard her head is hitting the floor with every sneeze. It is the most pathetic, sad thing I have ever seen. So I am about to give her another benadryl hoping to ward of another bout of crazy sneezing, when I take a good look at her. She has something sticking out of her nose! I scoop her up and take her to the bathroom where I tweeze out a FOUR INCH LONG BLADE OF GRASS!!!!! See the evidence:
Oh, poor puppy! She has been working on that blade of grass for a week! And pugs have unnaturally short snouts, so I can only imagine what the end of that grass was tickling. Poor, poor Leelah!
The good news is she is totally better and back to her peppy self! Yay!
No, not me. My dogs are sick. Leelah has seasonal allergies. No kidding! At first we thought she might have something stuck up her crooked little nose, she was sniffing and snuffing so much. This was worrisome because after some extensive research (Google) we found out that the only thing a vet can usually do for stuff-in-nose disease is endoscopic surgery (vet jargon for "give us all you money, fools! bwah-ha-ha-ha!") and that is only 50% successful.
So I decided with the pollen count being what it is (my black car is yellow with tree love) I'd give good ol' Benadryl a try. If nothing else it would make Leelah act all drunk and we would have a good laugh. But she seemed alot better after we gave it to her last night and actually more allert, though that could have been something to do with her watching us eat dinner, so I am really glad we don't have to give the vet all our money (though we would if we had to do so to make Leelah better). It is really disturbing to watch a little pug sneeze so hard she actually jumps off the floor. Okay, it is a little funny, too.
And then there is Olive. Olive had an ingrown hair on her girl puppy parts. And I, being such a great puppy mom, tweezed a wicked nasty infected follicle off her doggy hoo-haa. It was puss-y and gross. I have since washed my hands. Several times.
The things we do for those little fuzzy heads.
eta: Added some pics in waggery.
So, I have some CRAZY weekend plans. They include:
My sis sent me this link and we decided to go for it. I think it is a really good, easy thing to do. And I get to hang out with big fuzzy puppies and cats.
I have another Dr.'s appointment tomorrow that is unrelated to my mono, but is big time news. Sometime in the distant future, after it is finalized and resolved I will probably reveal the "big time news" but until then y'all will have to wait.
But the news is not that I am pregnant. I repeat: I am not prego, up the duff and my oven is bunless. Just for the record.