Thursday, January 28, 2010

Awww, puppy!

Some idiot let my dog off her run a few days ago while I was gone. I came back to find my dog missing and five bags of garbage strewn all over the yard. In cleaning it up, I came to realize that she had eaten about two cups of old Halloween candy, which had been individually wrapped in tin foil kind of like Hershey's kisses.

Yes, I know chocolate's bad for dogs. I don't try to give it to her. But she's had enough so far that hasn't affected her that I don't worry too much if she gets a hold of it. The tin foil, on the other hand, I worry about.

Stormy showed up on the doorstep about half an hour after I got home. Her leash was gone, so I ended up having to get her a new one. The following night, around three in the morning, she vomited on my bed. As I cleaned it up, I noticed there was tin foil in it. "Good," I thought, "that's done with, then." I went back to bed. I think I fell asleep in about ten seconds, because according to the clock, it was only two minutes later that I was woken up to the sound of Stormy throwing up again. I got up, went downstairs to get the paper towels and cleaner and trash can, came back up to find her vomiting a third time, so I took her outside and put her on the run so she could throw up all she needed while I cleaned up.

When I went upstairs and turned on the light, I noticed that the vomit on the floor was a funny color. Red. Red? I cleaned it up and went outside to check on Stormy. She was vomiting again. Within ten minutes of the first time she vomited, she threw up six times. Two of the vomit piles had tin foil and were about the size of a dinner plate. The others were smaller--about the size of a softball. All but the first were pretty bloody.

Needless to say, I kind of freaked out. Especially as she was throwing up the sixth time, because I wasn't sure how long she would keep going. Did I have to rush her to an animal hospital? Could it wait till morning? Was she dying? In a bit of a panic, I called my mom (fortunately, with the time difference, she was already awake) and asked for her advice. She called her farmer friends to ask for advice and went to some website called JustAnswer, I think? By the time she called back (only minutes later), Stormy was happy and perky and alert and looking at me like I was crazy for standing outside with her if we weren't playing.

I ended up going to the store to get a few loaves of bread and feeding her just bread and water for the next two or three days. Bread is soft on the stomach, and also, theoretically, it would wrap around any remaining pieces of tin foil that she was having trouble getting through her system and would get it through easier. She seemed to like the bread. I would rip it up in pieces and hand-feed it to her a piece at a time. She liked the game of jumping up and catching it.

The following day, we hung out with David, Joslyn, and the two kids Josy's babysitting, Syrus (who's five) and Anisha (who's six). The kids loved the game of feeding bread to the dog. I told them only one piece each every few hours, but by the end of the evening, without my noticing, they had fed the dog an entire loaf and a half of bread.

Stormy's doing fine now. She just made it through one of the rawhide chews Mom sent her, and is now asleep with her head on my lap. Awwww!

She really is a pretty dog.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Here ya go

Know what's fun? Driving down the river. I mean that literally, driving down the river. To get to my friend David's house, the quickest (and most fun) way to get there is to literally drive your car onto the frozen river and go down the river. It's so cool! We took Joslyn and the two kids she was babysitting that way. The kids probably wouldn't have even noticed we were driving on the river if we hadn't told them. I tried to make it exciting, but when I told them we were on the river, they were terrified! Oh well. Not like the river's all that deep. It's probably more ice than water right now.

By the way, know what's funny? Watching two men who are really trying to win the new Super Mario Brothers for the Wii play with two five-year-old kids who run around trying to get everyone killed and throwing tantrums when something goes wrong or they die or they don't get the pink Yoshi. It was going to be me, Jack, David, and Joslyn playing, but Josy gave her controller to Syrus, and if I hadn't let Nisha play with my controller, she would have had a tantrum. After dinner, Josy and I played on the kids' controllers, and the kids ran around causing trouble and fighting and making messes. Go figure. Don't get me wrong, I love kids, but trying to do anything for yourself when they're around is freaking impossible!

I spent all day yesterday cleaning my cabin because school starts soon, and I find I can focus better if I'm in a clean place. I haven't cleaned it in kind of a long time because I spent almost my entire break with Jack. As in, I would wake up to a phone call from him, hang out with him all day long until like three in the morning, then sleep for a few hours before waking up to another phone call from him. But he's finally back at work full time, and school starts tomorrow for me, so now we're going back to a more normal schedule, meaning I'll see him maybe four hours a day... and in a few weeks, I'll probably be doing homework for those four hours.

Speaking of which, I spent like a hundred dollars on textbooks for my four classes excluding the independent study ones. Yesterday, I bought the textbooks for the independent study classes (which have to be bought at the independent study bookstore because UAF makes no sense), and just for the last two classes, the books cost $315. Stupid political science class.

Know what? My dog has no respect for my face. When I'm lying down, she's all over it. Paws, tongue, whatever. "You're not paying enough attention to me, so I will fix this problem by sitting on your face!" she says.

Okay, well, I'm going to go because I have some studying I want to do. Look at this: school hasn't even STARTED yet and I'm already studying. Sheesh! What's this world coming to?

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Fun times

I guess I ought to update more often. I used to write here every day, maybe every other, and now I'm lucky to write once a week.

This last Sunday was a ton of fun. Normally, I go out to visit my adopted family in North Pole for dinner on Sunday evenings, but this Sunday, I kind of skipped out on that. Instead, I invited over a couple of friends from church to my cabin to play Apples to Apples and eat frozen pizza. Well, not frozen. I mean, we cooked it before we ate it.

Anyway, since no one but Jack knew how to get there, we decided I would drive David, and Jack would ride with Joslyn and Chris and direct them to the cabin. First, though, everyone wanted to drop by their houses to change. Joslyn and Jack live in the same apartment building, so we stopped at Jack's first. Thus began the promotion of David.

See, Jack's roommate, Dave, collects swords, which he stores right by the front door of the apartment. David started toying with the swords while Jack and I changed (Jack in his bedroom and I in the bathroom, because I had left a change of clothes there because I had taken a shower there that morning because I don't have running water at my cabin). Partway through, I heard David call something about needing a Band-aid because he had cut his finger on one of the swords. I snickered a little to myself, but didn't really think much of it. I finished changing and brought my shower bag out to the living room, where I saw David scrubbing ineffectively at the wall with a dry paper towel while two of his fingers practically spurted blood, which was dripping down past his wrist. The top quarter inch of skin on those two fingers were darn near sliced off. Holy crap!

"How did you do this?"

"I was just trying to open it!"

"You don't OPEN a sword! That's your problem!"

"It was sharper than I thought."

"You don't test a sword by drawing it with your fingers on the blade!"

Jack led him to the bathroom while I cleaned the blood off the wall... and counter... and floor... and sword... and more of the floor... and then Joslyn and Chris showed up. After I finished cleaning, I looked down the hall to the bathroom and saw David practically passed out on the floor while Chris and Jack made fun of him for nearly killing himself trying to "open" a sword. Joslyn was bandaging his fingers and calling for scissors. In the end, I went in and helped her bandage and clean him up (he was woozy from the sight of blood, not from lack of it, don't worry) while the other guys stood out of the way and laughed.

To me, the funniest part was that the guy who cut himself was an Eagle scout, the other two guys were also Eagle scouts, and the girls, who, obviously, were NOT scouts, ended up being the ones to administer the first aid. (Actually, I just did what Josi directed, but I still helped!) Scouts are so useful. ;)

David seemed okay after drinking some orange juice, and after that, we headed over to the cabin and had a blast playing Apples to Apples and eating pizza. When we finished, Chris drove Joslyn home, and I took Jack and David out to Fox so they could help me haul some more water to my cabin. I've never had help hauling water before. It went WAY faster that way! Also, the well was really darn cold, almost completely iced over, and the ceiling had something that looked like fluffy icicles hanging about six inches down. It turned out to be snowcicles. I wish I'd had my camera, because it was AWESOME! I've never seen anything like it.

My mom sent my dog two squeaky toys for Christmas. They lasted her about ten minutes before she ripped them apart. I'm a little glad, really. I was a little worried that I would never get any sleep ever again. It was so funny watching it, though.

Fortunately, I got a video of her enjoying them. Later, I was playing one of the videos on my computer, and Stormy went nuts because she knew the sound, but she couldn't figure out where it was coming from! Silly puppy.