It is snowing really hard right now. I can declare that it’s pretty because I’m home and don’t have to go outside anymore. And that’s a good thing because the Miata performs like a bobsled in the snow.
Sad news: My sister’s beautiful Bernese Mountain dog, Sabrina, is dying. She has an inoperable tumor behind her eye. The vet suggested that she might benefit from radiation, but that would involve being away from her family for 3months and living in a cage at the veterinary college. Sabrina is such a family dog and such a love sponge that the separation from her family would kill her quicker than the tumor.
And while you are offering up a prayer for Sabrina, say one for Scott. Scott is Ray’s best friend of 10 years and Maria’s Godfather. They used to share an office before Ray moved into the pulmonology department. Poor Scott is recovering from a serious abdominal surgery. We love Scott around here and wish him a speedy recovery.
Becky and Bailey quit their jobs at the bagel store and have gained employment at Bob Evans’ restaurant. It’s this family restaurant that attracts a lot of senior citizens. I’ve never actually eaten there, but I have been quizzing them all week over the menu. The waitstaff is expected to know the script backwards and forwards. The most expensive thing on the menu is the pork chop dinner grilled to perfection with a drizzle of mild garlic butter. Served with two savory sides. …which could be cottage cheese and applesauce, neither of which meet my standards for the use of the word ‘savory’ Wish them luck and let them warm up your coffee.
Looks like Rumsfeld and Rice have finally listened to my plan for stopping the war with Iraq. It’s good old fashioned bribery. Don’t laugh. It’s cost effective, no one gets hurt and it embraces the best principals of capitalism. Offer Saddam a whole lot of money to leave Iraq and go into exile. Offer him a condo in Maui. Offer him a Bentley and a driver. Offer him his 20 virgins in this lifetime, not the next. Everybody has their price and whatever his is, it’s got to be less than the price of one of those B-2 stealth bombers. They are something like $1.1 billion dollars. The behaviorist in me says that ‘we don’t reward negative behavior’ but real life is about compromise. I’d rather see Saddam swinging in a hammock on the beach than the body count on the nightly news
rob2 - 2003-01-22 23:15:26
Sorry to hear about Sabrina and Scott. They will both have my prayers. We mostly understand that human friends need our support, but sometimes forget about the wonderful, unquestioningly loyal animals who make our lives so much richer and whom we so often take for granted, speaking of them as "only a dog," or "only a cat." I've had to have several animals put down because of illness and/or old age, and I think a little of me died with them each time. Please tell your sister, JJ, that I will be thinking of her and her family as they spend their last days with Sabrina. I'm sure this will sound silly to some, but I'm (almost) sure that someday, somehow, they will be reunited. My friend Shirley says that if her cats have not gone to heaven, she doesn't want to go either! I feel the same way.
Tony - 2003-01-24 11:04:49
You know how I feel about pets. Charlie is truly my best friend. If it weren't for him, I'd probably lie in bed until way too late on cold mornings and I'd certainly not be out walking when it's -3º so he keeps me active. I keep hoping he'll do something really mean so he'll be with me in the afterlife!