Well Baby Check Up

I'm totally becoming one of those people who thinks their dog is their child. Okay, not actually but I'm borderline. I even got all excited about our first trip to the vet together for a check up and shots. I don't think it's healthy to be this giddy and proud over a trip that involves sticking a thermometer up an animal's behind.

Tiger got the last of his DHPP shots, thank baby Jesus for that. Now we can finally play outside! And potty train! And go to daycare! He also got Bordetella and some other thing that keeps him from getting sick if he happens to be somewhere where rodents have peed.

I know. Owning a dog just keeps getting grosser and grosser.

He was a total champ though. Except when we were paying. There was a big giant Lassie dog there and they were sniffing around each other and Tiger got excited so he peed. Of course. And the big dog decided to mark his territory too. On top of Tiger's territory. So basically they made a giant puddle of combined urine.

He's a bit lethargic now and super cuddly. I may get him shots every day. Here are some proud parent photos from our morning.


Obviously everyone loved him. How could you not?


Everything needs to be smelled and explored.





Sleepy Babykins



Okay, true story. I went to this sort of upscale grocery store after our vet trip so I could grab something to bring to work for lunch. Tiger was sleeping and it's cold here today so I left him in the car while I ran in (trust me, he was in not even remote danger of dying). I decided to get him a treat since he was such a good brave guy so I picked up some round rawhide chews. After grabbing those I got some salmon and a pasta salad from the deli and a chai from the coffee counter. While I'm waiting for my drink this happened.
Coffee Guy: What are those? Some new kind of bagel?
Me: No, haha, they're dog treats.
Coffee Guy: What are you going to do with them? Play a prank on a co-worker or something?
Me: No...I have a dog.

Happening in Threes

So, it's about nine billion degrees here lately.

Okay, that might be slightly dramatic. It's been in the nineties, which may mean nothing to those of you in other parts of the country but I'm in the Northwest! It's supposed to be a steady stream of seventy five degree days in the summer sprinkled with the occasional thunderstorm. Instead, I am dying.

Besides it being too hot to do anything but lay in front of a fan and eat popsicles I am also having the computer break down to end all computer break downs. I have a 13" Macbook Pro. A friend of mine discovered he had some extra student loan money and decided he wanted to use it to purchase a computer. I've been wanting a larger screen so for a moment everything in the universe aligned to get us each what we wanted. I would purchase a 15" Macbook Pro and sell him my 13" one. So, I bought the new laptop on Thursday.

Maybe it sounds silly but I didn't really see the need to tear into the new computer right away. I had the old one and knew that transferring everything might take a few hours. I planned to just do it the next evening.

Apparently the universe was just teasing me before because the next day my laptop started doing this wonderful thing where all it would show was a blue screen. I took it to Apple on Saturday and they replaced something. I picked it up Sunday and everything was better.

Wrong.

Now the computer would act like a computer but when I tried to Firewire all the info to the new laptop it wouldn't recognize it was connected. So, back to Apple on Monday to have them figure it out. Only, and I'm sort of proud of this but also a bit frightened, the Genius Bar guys were stumped. They have no idea what is wrong with it. So, it was checked into triage once again.

At this point I have a laptop that will connect to the internet but has pretty much no other information on it. No music, no photos, no documents. And I will be needing to make my fifth trip to Apple in less than one week to pick up the 13" laptop.

In more complaining news I messed up the muscles in my shoulder and was prescribed pain killers that basically make it impossible for me to do anything other than melt into a puddle which means I have opted not to take them so that I can go to work and drive and not lay in bed for a week. I'm supposed to take these things three times a day for ten days! It's insanity. Instead I am taking massive amounts of Advil.

If anyone has a kidney they want to donate to me let me know.