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I just want to scream today. Up since 5 because I couldn't sleep. Rally's had diarrhea for the past 3 days from eating god only knows what out in the woods. She and Haven pulled a disappearing act when Bruce let them out this morning.
Don't know where the rabbit we got yesterday is today. Minnie apparently spent the night in the rabbit pen; she never came in last night. Rabbits were NOT in the pen with her this morning. Hitchhiker came back (god only knows WHY) and I caught her this morning but haven't seen him. So here's hoping he comes back to hang out with her or something, and doesn't end up as coyote dinner.
Called and whined at dad this morning about lack of tree removal and the fact that I can't fence the damn dogs in until Don gets around to finishing, which is getting ridiculously long. Guy doing the tree removal started the first week of July, and estimated 25-30 hours to do the whole thing. That, to me, is half a week's work. So why the crap isn't it done yet? Well, because he shows up for 4 - 6 hours one day every couple weeks randomly with no warning. I have no contact info for him (he's a friend of dad's and dad doesn't have a number, just catches him at his shop intermittently). Can't put the fence up until he's done with the trees. Can't put the invisible fence back out for the dogs, because I can't leave it out while he's working and I never know when he's going to be here. If I leave it out, he'll run it over and potentially break it. And it's expensive. Can't, or can't convince myself I will, put it out and then get out and pull it up at 6AM randomly whenever he shows up. Meanwhile, the dogs are running up the mountain eating dead things, and/or neighbor's garbage, swimming in someone else's pond, probably chasing cats and cows, getting into my rabbit pen, disappearing randomly, and likely to end up dead on the road or shot. I am not happy about this. I'm trying not to be a bitch to dad's friend, but for FUCK'S SAKE just show up and get it DONE!
Still don't have the new washing machine we bought 7/30. Called the shipper's 800 number. woman puts me on hold to look stuff up. comes back, transfers me to Michigan. That woman puts me on hold to make a phone call. Comes back and says she can't get a hold of anyone, gives me the number for the distribution center in kent, but says the washer is in Spokane.
I call Kent. Kent says Spokane has it, call Spokane.
I call Spokane, Spokane says they don't have it, call Kent.
I call Kent again, and tell them that the Spokane guy walked the dock and verified that it's not there but missing a number or something stupid.
Kent woman puts me on hold to look stuff up. Comes back and asks for my number, says she's going to go look in the warehouse.
2 hours later, she calls back. Kent still has the damn thing. It's been there since the 10th. When I asked what the hold up was, she said "miscommunication in the system". It's supposed to be shipped from Kent to Spokane on Monday and they will call when they get it to arrange delivery sometime next week. Though with as smoothly as their shit's been handled so far, maybe we'll have it for Christmas.
Turns out that I am expected to do fair check in today--just that nobody actually bothered to talk to ME about that. So I'll be up in C-ville (30 mile drive) from 4 - 7 or 8 tonight dealing with disorganized kids that don't bring their paperwork and can't grasp the concept of waiting their turn to be checked in, and I don't have the advantage of Bruce lining them up and telling them to get their paperwork done before I get to them this year (which was unbelievably helpful last year!), because he found out last night that he's supposed to be taking Bruce Jr to the 7th grade open house thing tonight. Yay for people making plans for other people and NOTIFYING them, right?
Get to work and the parvo pup I've been treating died over night. Why the bloody fuck to people who can't afford to take care of dogs breed them? These people tried to convince me to send this dog home with an IV catheter in because they're "used to doing their own vet care". This immediately after telling me that the dog never got her 4 month vaccine booster because they "couldn't get it in her". RIIIIIGHT. But they didn't want to leave her in hospital because they can't afford it. Well then don't be fucking breeding them. When I talk to them today, they say that one of the pups in their 7 week old litter (not vaccinated yet, of course!) is now vomiting. Woman posits that this is "failure to thrive, and not actually sick". Bloody hell it is. "Failure to thrive" is a generic label that gets stamped on new borns that don't do well, waste, and die within the first 2 weeks. It is NOT a previously healthy 7 week old pup that starts vomiting after a known parvo exposure. But I'd bet on my receptionist being elected the Tzarevna of England before betting these people will bring that litter in and have it treated.
Don't know where the rabbit we got yesterday is today. Minnie apparently spent the night in the rabbit pen; she never came in last night. Rabbits were NOT in the pen with her this morning. Hitchhiker came back (god only knows WHY) and I caught her this morning but haven't seen him. So here's hoping he comes back to hang out with her or something, and doesn't end up as coyote dinner.
Called and whined at dad this morning about lack of tree removal and the fact that I can't fence the damn dogs in until Don gets around to finishing, which is getting ridiculously long. Guy doing the tree removal started the first week of July, and estimated 25-30 hours to do the whole thing. That, to me, is half a week's work. So why the crap isn't it done yet? Well, because he shows up for 4 - 6 hours one day every couple weeks randomly with no warning. I have no contact info for him (he's a friend of dad's and dad doesn't have a number, just catches him at his shop intermittently). Can't put the fence up until he's done with the trees. Can't put the invisible fence back out for the dogs, because I can't leave it out while he's working and I never know when he's going to be here. If I leave it out, he'll run it over and potentially break it. And it's expensive. Can't, or can't convince myself I will, put it out and then get out and pull it up at 6AM randomly whenever he shows up. Meanwhile, the dogs are running up the mountain eating dead things, and/or neighbor's garbage, swimming in someone else's pond, probably chasing cats and cows, getting into my rabbit pen, disappearing randomly, and likely to end up dead on the road or shot. I am not happy about this. I'm trying not to be a bitch to dad's friend, but for FUCK'S SAKE just show up and get it DONE!
Still don't have the new washing machine we bought 7/30. Called the shipper's 800 number. woman puts me on hold to look stuff up. comes back, transfers me to Michigan. That woman puts me on hold to make a phone call. Comes back and says she can't get a hold of anyone, gives me the number for the distribution center in kent, but says the washer is in Spokane.
I call Kent. Kent says Spokane has it, call Spokane.
I call Spokane, Spokane says they don't have it, call Kent.
I call Kent again, and tell them that the Spokane guy walked the dock and verified that it's not there but missing a number or something stupid.
Kent woman puts me on hold to look stuff up. Comes back and asks for my number, says she's going to go look in the warehouse.
2 hours later, she calls back. Kent still has the damn thing. It's been there since the 10th. When I asked what the hold up was, she said "miscommunication in the system". It's supposed to be shipped from Kent to Spokane on Monday and they will call when they get it to arrange delivery sometime next week. Though with as smoothly as their shit's been handled so far, maybe we'll have it for Christmas.
Turns out that I am expected to do fair check in today--just that nobody actually bothered to talk to ME about that. So I'll be up in C-ville (30 mile drive) from 4 - 7 or 8 tonight dealing with disorganized kids that don't bring their paperwork and can't grasp the concept of waiting their turn to be checked in, and I don't have the advantage of Bruce lining them up and telling them to get their paperwork done before I get to them this year (which was unbelievably helpful last year!), because he found out last night that he's supposed to be taking Bruce Jr to the 7th grade open house thing tonight. Yay for people making plans for other people and NOTIFYING them, right?
Get to work and the parvo pup I've been treating died over night. Why the bloody fuck to people who can't afford to take care of dogs breed them? These people tried to convince me to send this dog home with an IV catheter in because they're "used to doing their own vet care". This immediately after telling me that the dog never got her 4 month vaccine booster because they "couldn't get it in her". RIIIIIGHT. But they didn't want to leave her in hospital because they can't afford it. Well then don't be fucking breeding them. When I talk to them today, they say that one of the pups in their 7 week old litter (not vaccinated yet, of course!) is now vomiting. Woman posits that this is "failure to thrive, and not actually sick". Bloody hell it is. "Failure to thrive" is a generic label that gets stamped on new borns that don't do well, waste, and die within the first 2 weeks. It is NOT a previously healthy 7 week old pup that starts vomiting after a known parvo exposure. But I'd bet on my receptionist being elected the Tzarevna of England before betting these people will bring that litter in and have it treated.
