Mammal Mondays: A Plea for Vaccinations

A long time friend is having a terrible time right now, and she’s given me permission to blog about her experiences in the hopes sharing her nightmare prevents similar situations for other people. My friend has two young cats, both adopted from the local humane society as babies. Both cats were being treated at the…

Not a Mammal Monday: Pigeon Circus

Sometimes, a person who considers herself an animal lover ends up in awkward situations, at even the most unlikely times. While I normally avail myself to mammals in need of help, this past Friday I ended up offering assistance to a different species entirely. In retrospect, I should have written about this incident the day…

My Husband, the Hero

For most of the past week, The Electrician and I have relocated to the spare bedroom because the guest bed has a much firmer mattress, and we hoped it would help my knotted-up spine correct itself. Between the change in bed and the three treatments on my neck I suffered through, I am close to…

Mammal Mondays: Vana and the Stench

Let me introduce you to the little squirt who joined our dollhouse family temporarily as our latest foster dog through Second Chance Animal Rescue Society. This is Vana: Obviously, Vana has some sort of beagle-icious mix going on. She’s just a wee thing, well under 40 pounds and reaching only to my knee if she…

Mammal Monday: Maid of the Mist

Sherman runs on a treadmill in addition to walking outside because we can’t walk him far enough or long enough–particularly in the winter–to really drain his batteries properly. Anyone who has owned a border collie or a border mix knows how important it is to keep these mutts exercised, lest they decide to create their…

The Immunity Challenge

I am sick unto death. As much as I realize my statement is melodramatic, I really do feel like I’m on the verge of the great hereafter. Actually, it’s possible I’m already dead and I’m writing this as zombie Kay. The craving for brains hasn’t set in yet, but I admit I’m short tempered enough…

The List and the Happy Point

Here I sit, barely comfortable on my couch because I’m typing while I balance a wet towel on my head. My pre-takeoff list is lengthy and varied: it includes the deep conditioning goop that’s soaking into my hair and scalp at this exact moment. I am trying to stave off the ravages of the desert,…

The Dog is the Speckled One, Not Me!

I’m not going to lie and say it’s been a smooth week. It hasn’t been smooth at all. Really, there have been no tragedies or things that should completely derail my life, like aliens beaming my garage up into their saucer or my ears dropping off my head like autumn leaves. I have a snug…

Just Die, Already!

I have a phone that’s smarter than I am. Mostly, I bought it to play Angry Birds, and to manage things here on Blue Speckled Pup while I’m out and about. As most smart phone owners know, the brilliant little things suck power like a frat boy drinks cheap beer through a funnel, so I…

My Head is a Watermelon

I get sick every September. It’s happened each year now for six years, so by my estimation it’s officially an annual tradition, much like having my teeth scaled; I know it’s coming and dread until it’s over. Common sense informs me that the teenagers I teach are the source of my illness; I interrupt my…

Tuesday Was the Pits

Yesterday was a mostly awesome Tuesday. I’m almost surprised to admit it, since my Tuesday teaching schedule is the most hectic of my week, and I’m usually dragging my sorry self around by 3:20. This week for some reason, my Tuesday was sa-moooth. Here’s how it went: I dropped Sherman off at daycare, which put…

Mammal Mondays: Sherman’s Yeasty Feet

As part of the regular procedure at Sherman’s annual check up this morning, the receptionist asked if I had any concern’s with the speckled one’s health or behavior. Distracted a little bit by Sherman’s apparent interest in Jester the rabbit, who was snuggled on the lap of the lady next to me, I answered that…