An Update on Buddy's Busted Limb

Because we've had so much effing dog drama in our house already this year I forgot that a while back I wrote on this web log about how Patches fell on Buddy at the dog park breaking his front left arm in two places.

Wait, are the front ones arms or legs?

Dogs are four-legged, right?

Okay, so his leg.

Anyway, Patches snapped one of Buddy's limbs in a couple of places while playing with another dog at the dog park last month (according to Bevan Buddy was just standing there and Patches fell on him) and several people have asked me how he's doing so below is an update (and some x-rays).

Initially the vet thought a compression splint would allow Buddy's leg to heal well enough to get him through his life (it would've also been a much cheaper option for us), but then a week into his healing she changed her mind and recommended that Buddy have surgery which, pardon me for being gauche, sucked dirty butthole to pay for, but we did and now Buddy has a badass metal plate in his left foreleg (Foreleg's correct. I googled it).

Now on the road to recovery, barring anymore incidents at the dog park Buddy should be back to his sweet, scampering little self in a few weeks.

Oh, and I know I was a weepy little bish about Patches on this website for a long while earlier this year and then abruptly stopped writing about her, so here's the scoop. There's not really much new information to share except she still has cancer but she's also still four-legged and we intend to keep her that way for as long as we can. We visited a holistic vet in Pacifica last week and she adjusted Patches' spine (dog chiropractics, y'all), outlined a 'cancer diet' for her and prescribed a bunch of new vitamins (and dog pot).

I should note, just in case anyone who's read this far has an animal, that pet insurance is an absolute must. We didn't get it because we're total freakin' idiots and because of that the cost of making (or trying to make) our two sick dogs healthy has totally screwed us right in our big, dumb faces.

So get pet insurance.

You're welcome.

Work-Mares Are Better With Friends

For the past few weeks I've been having a reoccurring work-mare where I quit my job because I got a new one but then I end up hating the new one for whatever reason and when I try to get my old job back my boss either tells me she'll have to think about it or pretends not to know who I am.

I was explaining the dream to my eighth grade girlfriend Megan via text message this morning and her response made me giggle Bevan awake.

Remember video stores?

At the one by our house growing up kids movies were free so my little brother Bryan and I would "rent" the same three movies every weekend.

  • 3 Ninjas
  • 3 Ninjas Kick Back
  • Remote

I haven't see any of them in quite a while, but I'm sure they've aged well.

Wake Me Up When This Summer Ends

A not-so-little thing happened on the Internet today and that thing is this.

I don't watch anything that's sad or violent so I had like four TV shows to choose from and then Girls went off the air and Pitch got axed a few weeks later and ABC canned The Real O'Neals a couple days ago so I was all

and then

followed by

and finally

but then that thing above happened on the Internet today and now I'm all

and to celebrate I made my ringtone the Will & Grace theme song so anytime I get a phone call whoever's around me will probably be like

but you can bet your hot ass that I don't give one good god damn because

You Don't Know Anything, or Happy Mother's Day

I'm not a mom but I was still on the receiving end of some thoughtful effing text messages from my precious friends on this sunshiney Mother's Day.

I also walked past a garden of purple flowers while out with Patches this afternoon and came across the words below while reading Armistead Maupin's Babycakes on the couch with Buddy a few hours before that.

"You don't really know for certain about a family until somebody dies. You don't know anything until that happens."

Even though she's not here, she's here.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.