Woo, Along Came Polly was a fun movie! Recommended. I've realized that A. I like Ben Stiller. B. Jennifer Aniston seems to have established herself well as a supporting lady.
So, it's around 5 in the morning, I'm winding up and getting ready to go to bed and read some stuff I printed, and I look over and my dog is coughing, and some digested food comes out. I was thankful that she didn't quite vomit on her bed like she did a few weeks ago. This could be cleaned up with a few wet tissues.
So, whenever my dog makes noises like she has to throw up, or when she does throw up (not that any of this happens so frequently), I take her outside so if she has to throw up she can do it outside, or so she can eat grass.
So, I put her on her run so if anything big was destined to happen it could happen outside. I went to the bathroom and got a few wet tissues, wiped down that part of her bed, went back on the computer, and brought my dog in from outside when she started barking.
I took her in, wiped her feet (she had a clump of snow inside her back paw, aww), and went back to my computer. On her way to my room, I hear her throw up outside in the hall, and there was a nice juicy splash to it. Great. There was even a clearly distinguishable piece of dogshit which she had just eaten right in the center of the puddle
So I take her outside again, and bring a roll of paper towels from the kitchen along with some Fantastic. I make a few trips back and forth to the kitchen throwing out big clumps of paper towels, and get everything cleaned up.
Dog barks, bring dog in, wipe feet (more clumps of snow). She doesn't even make it out of the kitchen when there's another juicy splash. Great. Take her out, paper towels, Fantastic, etc. I feel bad because I look at her outside between trips from the floor to the garbage and she's shivering. She has a big thing of mucous hanging from her lip too, which looked ominous. By the time I brought her in it was gone (so I figured everything was ok), though I brought a paper towel and wiped her lip anyway.
So, take her in, wipe feet, go out of the kitchen, come back to shut off the lights, and she threw up again, this time with some nice mucousy stuff in it. I don't bother taking her outside. Paper towels, Fantastic, etc.
She made it out into the hall and started coughing, but thankfully nothing came up. Maybe if the ground wasn't covered with snow, she would have been able to eat grass the first time and been done with it.
Anyway, I don't need stuff like this. I don't want to have to take care of anything. Stuff like this just reinforces my decision to never have pets again, or kids. Sure, it's nice to have a dog to hug, but I feel guilty whenever I leave her home alone for more than a few hours, and if I don't take her for walks enough, and because she doesn't have anything much to do but sleep all day (with my dad on the couch in his den/office while he works during the day, and in my room on her bed at night).
Anyway, this was therapeutic. Time for bed.
Monday, January 19, 2004
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