Jun
6
The first real warm day of summer came today, and it was humid as a St. Bernard’s mouth.
Nothing like a nice hot sticky day after two straight days of rain. The walk from the car to the front door of the office is enough to make your shirt feel like a damp towel hanging on your upper torso. And since I have the hottest office in the building, needless to say I found no relief from the humidity once I walked inside.
There were signs of progress today that my office would soon be up to code. Contractors were on site to run the cables for both my phone and network connection. I should have everything installed by tomorrow, which means the end of the laptop for me, alas. I plan to hang onto it as long as I can, claiming that I still have some files that I need to transfer off the hard drive. That should buy me at least another couple of weeks.
Oh, I forgot to mention this yesterday: I had to sedate my dog. No, not put him to sleep, I had to give him a sedative to calm him down during the storms. On the night of the tornado watches/warnings I mentioned how severe weathr turns my 60 lb purebred American Sampler Hound into a crybaby scaredycat. On Wednesday night, he didn’t just try to climb into my lap or under my legs. He tried to climb onto my shoulders. As I was sitting on the couch finishing up my column, he jumped up on the couch next to me then proceeded to climb onto the back of the couch and lay accross my shoulders like grandma’s shawl. It was quite awkward and quite painful.
After his second attempt, we decided to apply a little medication to help calm his nerves. Our vet had given us some sedative pills to use on our Shih Tzu when we had to take her in for grooming. She hates the clippers, and attacks anyone who comes near her with them. So to help keep her calm, the vet said to give her a 1/4th of a pill about a half hour before her grooming session and she’ll be as docile as a stoned angel.
Even though he weighed more than four times as much as Sara we only gave him a half of a pill just to calm him down. It really was for his own good; besides trying to climb on my shoulders, he also would try to bolt every time the front door opened (why he’d run out into the storm to get away from the storm I have no idea. Dog logic, I guess).
A half hour later he was laying in the middle of the floor on his back, all four legs up in the air, tongue dangling out the side of his mouth. Yes, my dog was high. His eyes had that half-opened bloodshot stoned look to them. I roused him up just to get him moving and he forgot to walk with his back legs. His front legs moved, it was just his back legs didn’t follow. I helped him into the kitchen for some water and a few munchies, then walked him back into the living room where he fell asleep. Lightning, thunder, all that was still going on around him, but he was feelin’ goooooood.
Well, this wraps up my first week of chronicling. Have a good weekend, we’ll see you back here on Monday.