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D is for DH

A long, long time ago in a land called “Undergradia,” I was heart broken and depressed. My long time high school sweet heart and I had just broken for the last time. I was pretty convinced that I would never be happy again and really, people around me were sick of hearing about it.

Sorceress Clara took pity on me and worked towards cheering me up. She concocted a miracle elixir, a love potion, if you will, and after drinking it all we stumbled off to the “Ball” (read: house party). While I didn’t have much experience with going to Balls, the miracle elixir did wonders for my confidence. I was able to meet and chat with quite a few potential suitors.

It was one prince in particular that caught my eye and the rest of the party faded away as I started chatting with him. The time flew by as the prince demonstrated his charm and great conversation skills and all too soon the clock was striking midnight (well, more like 3 in the morning, but we are sticking to the fairy tale theme here).

As I tried to give the handsome prince my (umm..) castle number, Sorceress Clara appeared again telling the prince there was no need- he would follow us back to the castle for the “After Ball.”

When we arrived back at the castle, we had some more miracle elixir. Laughing and chatting, we socialized until the wee hours of the morning. It was probably sometime around sunrise that I realized this was the prince for me… and we lived happily ever after.

I was going to try to come up with something more “original” for my “D,” but DH is such an important part of my life! It is also convenient that his name also starts with “D” and his birthday was the first day of the “D” window. I felt obligated. Plus, I have some very cute pictures of him! Hehe.


C is for Cone

A little over a month ago my poor pup started showing signs of illness. I took him into school with me to be seen by one of the vets in the hospital and they couldn’t find anything obvious. Trying to save me money, they didn’t do a full work up and sent me home with medicines they thought would help.

A couple days went by and “Steve” wasn’t getting any better. I brought him in again. This time they thought maybe he had a crazy food allergy and that was the reason he was not eating or “tossing his cookies” every time he tried. He was really starting to pull at my heart strings. He would stand by his food bowl, staring longingly at this food. You could practically hear the internal doggie monologue.

Meanwhile, a whole week had gone by and my puppy was losing weight instead of gaining like normal. His ribs were starting to show and you could even see the bony prominences along his spine. Desperate for some solution, I rushed him off to school with me Monday morning. The worst part of the whole thing was that he was still his happy little self. He even stopped to greet my fellow student, tail wagging, as we entered the building.

Luckily, the physical exam that morning revealed his issue. Palpation of his abdomen (~belly) and rectal exam revealed a squeaking noise. Bummer. Steve had swallowed the squeaker from one of the dog toys and it was now obstructing his intestines. He couldn’t eat anything because he was all stopped up.

One, expensive surgery later and he is as good as new. And, super cute with his “cone” on.