It was way past time. He was so shaggy he couldn’t see. He came in from outside the other day with a leaf hanging over his eye like and eye patch and he didn’t even know it.
I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything. Hell, I don’t even know if anyone reads these. But I read a bunch of blogs everyday and I know it’s a bummer when I visit and the person hasn’t posted anything new in a month. I’ve just been really busy. I usually get to do these at work but we just moved our offices so I haven’t had much free time.
So yeah, my office is now in Eden Prairie. But at least it doesn’t smell like an outhouse. I heard a rumor that our slumlo…er..landlord is going to tear the whole building down. I would too, it’s filled with mold and whatever makes the dirty diaper smell and there doesn’t seem to be any way to fix it without tearing down all the walls. It’s disgusting. So I said goodbye to the shit hole yesterday when I went back to retrieve my calendar that I left hanging on the wall.
The new place is nice; it just smells like paint and new carpet. I just wish it wasn’t in Eden Prairie, that’s all. It’s going to take me hours to get home in the winter when it’s icy. Say goodbye to happy hour. That’s probably for the best anyway. Thing is, the reason I even applied for the job was that it was close to home.
What else? My Dad recovered from his appendectomy but they think there’s some other kind of abscess thing going on so they will have to go back in. He already had one of those; he had to wear a drain (that’s all I’m going to say because it’s making me nauseous). Hope he’ll be OK.
Misha is still hanging in there. She’s actually much happier than she was even a few months ago. At least she’s acting like it. She sleeps a lot, but you would too if you were, what? 130 years old. But she’s even playing again. She was attacking a rubber band the other day. She’s doing very well, and though I know she doesn’t have a long time ahead of her, I’m grateful for the extra time since I really thought we’d lose her a month ago.
Dudley is now on MySpace so you can visit him there, and if you’re a member, be his friend: Dudley’s MySpace
You can be my friend too:
Amy’s MySpace
I’ll say it’s a little embarrassing that my dog has more friends than I do.
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This post was written by Amy on November 26, 2005



