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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.

Waffles are good. Chocolate is great. The mix of the two, as previously noted, is wonderful. This morning, the ever innovative Bruce expanded upon that by substituting chopped Mounds bars for the chocolate chips. Excellent choice, thank you, Bruce. He's decided that if we were to put these on the menu of a restaraunt, we'd have to describe them as "Almond Joy has nuts, but our not-quite-trademark-infringing chocolate and coconut waffles do not."


In other news; we have new floors in the new house. My mom is very generously painting the walls in a couple of rooms that were shoddily patched.
Failing to make a dog kennel which actually hold in all of my crazy-ass dogs, we've given them the loft in the garage. Latest issue was Haven digging out. Today we installed a door at the top of the stairs, and are hoping that Rally doesn't decide she can make it safely down by launching herself to the top of the chest freezer. We may have to put a solid wall up there if she does.
We got satellite internet installed. Yay us! Still no time to use the internet much, though. We just got a wireless router today, so hopefully will soon have internet EVERYWHERE. Currently, the computer, television, and x-box are set up in the "theater" in the garage. The grand plan is to set up the projector there for movies. So it'll be handy to have the wireless so we can use the laptop inside.
And that's the timer going off for the spiced angel food cake Bruce is baking. Gotta go pull it outta the oven!

Not really sure what happened. She, Loqui, and Hitch hiker were outside grazing. In an enclosed/covered pen, inside a fenced yard. Moved the pen, went back out in a couple hours, and Dara was dead. No apparent injuries or marks. Loqui and Hitch hiker were crouched in a corner shaking.

So I have this friend, you see. She has rabbits. She has a car. The rabbits apparently like her car, because last night when she came to see me, the car dropped a bunny in the parking lot.

I am quick like crazy though, and caught the bunny. So now I have a hitch-hiking bunny living with the guinea pigs. He is little and cute.

So the only responses I've gotten to my last post were requests to tell stories about my critters. Therefore, I shall. If you don't wanna read these, feel free to skip along :)

( Tonight's critter is Orange Julius Caesar, aka Julius, aka The Orange Cat. )

Literally.

Rally managed to mess up her leg today somehow, and was completely non-weight bearing when I got home. So I was "picking on her" by examining the leg, and apparently Minnie took that to mean that everybody gets to pick on Rally. Rally, despite being three-legged, promptly put an end to that thinking by grabbing Minnie by the back of the head and bouncing her off the floor a few times. I pulled Rally off, and Minnie fled through the house, crying and bleeding. (Puncture injury to the ear. Nothing dangerous, just very bloody.)

And I have just spent the last hour and a half mopping the blood off the floors of the living room, kitchen, hall, utility room, and bedroom. And scrubbing the faces of the kitchen cupboards, storage cupboards, and closet. And scrubbing the walls of the bedroom and utility room, where she'd flung blood 7' high. And laundering the dog bed and throw rugs she bled on. And washing the washing machine, stove, bed, dresser, and sliding glass door which she also bled on. Additional casualties: the clean clothes in the laundry basket which hadn't been folded yet, and the clean dishes in the drain rack.

Now to call the beasts back in and wash the blood off of the dog.