See some pics here.
Some good news and some bad news....First the good. DS came home last night and related that he is a hero...he and his captain saved a drowning person the day before while on duty. The bad news...while racing to the man's rescue in the dinghy, his phone fell out of his pocket and is now on the bottom of the sea! I guess a phone is worth someone's life!!!
The war is over (for now) and our houseguest has left, and the drums are back in the attic. Now I am doing a super boogie/neatness/organizing of all my teaching stuff.
Other matter....A. Has found a new place to move to, after realizing that life in a greenhouse, without electricity, plumbing or a roof is no fun. Now she is moving to another dump -- but at least one with four walls, a roof and a very close neighbor (owner of said dump) about 5 m away. I spent some mornings driving back and forth with boxes that could be loaded into my car (it is a five-minute drive between the two dumps). One nice thing about the new dump, is that the yard has lots of peacocks, and I brought home a nice bunch of feathers (which Shadow chewed!) Now A is asking me for all kinds of advice about the improvements she should make....on a budget of zero minus. Her idea is to lay down raw wood for a floor over the bare concrete, paint the concrete blocks, and i don't know what about a roof. I don't like advising such stuff...it's not how I do/did things, as I am not on such a shoestring budget.
Today, knowing I was taking Shadow to the adoption clinics (last Sat. I also took shadow to the one in Azur), A asked if I would also come by and pic up one of her pups to take too. So I did. This pup threw up twice in my car, once on the way back to my place, where I gave her a bath, and once on the way to the adoption day. YUCK!!! When I got to the day...I noticed she had sores all over her, so the vet refused to give her the vaccine (live vaccine, and she is obviously in a physically depressed state...with the move and all, and thus with a fungus or demodex, or flea bites, or stress). Also, I don't know who in their right mind would want to adopt such a dog, with an unidentified skin infection, so now I am debating whether to take her to Azur tomorrow. I mentioned this to A when i first noticed the sores, and after the vet refused to innocultate...to ask whether she had had them tested. Well, I knew she hadn't. How can she get a puppy to a vet? And she won't, I know. So she gives me this song and dance about how it is probably a fungus the pup caught from the kitties.
A has admitted to me, and i have witnissed, that she will tell anybody anything in order to have them take a dog. She will tell them that a dog is a breed it isn't, if she thinks that that is what the person wants. Well, I am sure that she does it to me too.
As you can see, I am rather p.o. with her today. She doesn't really look after her dogs. They just survive with her.
It's late...I can't think of what else to write.
