Sunday morning I slept in, for the first time in weeks I got out of bed after 8 am (this is a sleep in for me) I opened the back door onto the verandah to be greated by my 2 fur children 1 of which had what looked like mud stuck to her face. I was shocked to find that it was not in fact mud but it was blood. Her blood in fact. During the night she had decided that she was going to chew on the end of her tail to a point where it bled profusely. There was circles of blood where she had sat and licked at her tail and moved while doing so leaving red trails everywhere. You could also see where she had slept as there was a sizeable pool of congealed blood in the middle of the floor.
At this point I should give you a little history about my fur baby. A few years ago after a very scary incident I found out that it is more that likely that she, as a puppy, fell out of a ute and damaged her back (she is a pound puppy - not my doing) over time the scar tissue in her back has calicified and compresses her spinal column which has made her lame in one leg and has also deadened the sensation in her tail.
My partner took her to the vet today and she is now on stereriods and will be for a long time, and if that fails we will have to look at docking her tail. Something I am strongly against for cosmetic reasons but if it is done properly and for a medical reason I can make allowences, I was packing it when I saw all that blood.
The last couple of weeks I have been looking for a new job as the one that I am currently in sucks arse like a vacum....
A few weeks ago I applied for a job as a Funeral Director as I have some previous passing experience in it, it seems I may actually have a chance at it as I have gone into my second interview and will be finding out by the end of the week. If so I will be out celebrating bigtime here
the handing in of my notice.
Australia Day was a big time piss up for me drank way too much booze up the coast at a resorty like thing, ended up jumping into a sauna and having to stay in until everyone in there had finished their drink... needless to say I was a very seedy man the next day. One thing I forgot from last time I was up there is that the sides of the pool are like bloody sandpaper and will remove all the skin from your knees at the earliest possibility, (I still have remnants of the scab still on my knee) fortunately when this happened I was way too pissed to even care. I didn't even seem to care how sad the top ten of the Hottest 100 was...
Don't get me wrong I am not bagging Triple J in any way, in fact it is the only thing that retains my sanity and delays the killing spree. No I don't work for Australia Post
Meh, who cares anyhoo
My 'office supervisor' (that is what he calls himself - I have many other names for him most include the word arse) has a significant other that is a hair stylist with her own salon in Spring Hill, last week I arranged to have the last hour of work off on Friday so that I could go to my second interview for the job mentioned before, but he tried to tell me I could not have it off as he had to leave early on Friday so that he could go and get his hair done. Now after I laughed at him and told him to shove it as I am taking the time off anyway, it occured to me that why the fuck would someone whose significant other who does this shit for a living have to take time off to do it... could you not do it at home??? Anyway Monday morning comes around and his hair looks no different what-so-ever except there is a chunk missing in the back and he has a puberty patch in his sideburns again.
For those of you who don't know what a puberty patch is- it is the bald patch of hair where the facial hair and your hair line are meant to meet...supposed to... those yet to hit puberty have the patch
I have more time off this week as I am off to see Billy Connelly down the coast on Wednesday night because I could not get a ticket in Brisbane as when I eventually got through to buy the tickets he had already sold out - Sold out in 3 hours how do you do that??? So I have a 3 day week again hopefully when I get back to work on Friday all the work will be done and I can have a cruisy day... 0 % chance of that though.
Well for those who read this and are coming on Satufrday I will see you then...
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Go with the docking over the roids. Over time the steroids will make your fur baby fat and always hungry and will significantly shorten their life span. Not really very nice stuff, steroids.
Good luck for the job.
Let me know what you think of Billy- I went on Sunday night- did not stop laughing for 3 hours!
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