Did the whole Halloween-thing. Took Preston to a community pumpkin festival.
Made wassail. Loved Christmas. Man, I love Christmas. B and I don't buy eachother presents for holidays, usually, but we celebrate things, and it is always special. I love the way we do that.
Found this dog at work. Ignored his greasy, yet cute self. Dog jumps all over my students, who are standing by the fence at recess. Of course, they LOVE this. If you ever had to stand by the fence at recess, first of all, shame shame shame. Second, you know that it is not supposed to be fun.
A few days later, dog, still hanging out at my work, gets VERY sick. B and I take him home to get better, but first we take him to the vet so that we know he won't get our other animals sick. The idea is to pay to get him better and fixed, give him a bath and adopt him out, which should be easy because people like little dogs. At the vet, they tell us that he actually has parvo (which is apparently VERY bad), and we have two choices: put him to sleep, or pay somewhere in the neighborhood of a thousand dollars to keep him on iv's for several days, the only chance of him fighting it. What did we do? Well, first there was some drama. But, here is who later become known as Sam on an i.v. at the vet. He would not even lift his head.
Now, Sam is fast like this. All the time. A collective OMG from me, B, our other dog and especially our cat. And we got attached, really attached. This meant we had to move from our beloved apartment building with the much-loved courtyard that we went to almost every day (2 pet max). It turned out for the best, bc our new place is bigger, way cheaper, and the same same neighborhood that we really like. We are much closer to the katy trail now, and literally across the street from a beautiful community park that you can lay and read in and let your dog off the leash...Preston that is. We've explained that being the oldest comes with more privileges, but also more responsibilities. Now we have a little balcony, which I love and from where the cat stalks birds he could never get. A galley kitchen, which I'm getting used to. My favorite thing is all of the wild life that hides away, right in the city (well, not the city, city...I like to see sky scrapers, not be in them): birds, squirrels, and in the early, dark morning, a raccoon! He was on the roof, right across the way from our balcony, giving our cat the evil eye. It was intense, very sharks and jets.
And here is some of that celebrating I talked about. Mmmm. Cheese.
