Anyway, my latest job ended. On my last day, I was walking a pretty pup in temps that turned out to be 11 when you factored in windchill. I hadn’t grabbed my gloves because I thought our walk would be short due to the cold and the late hour. The pup had other ideas. She had been cooped up in the house too long and really needed to stretch her legs, so she insisted we take a much longer walk than I’d intended.
The whole time we were walking I kept telling her how cold my hands were and could we please hurry home to where it was warm. When we finally made it back to her house, this dear girl walked over to me and put my hands in her mouth to warm them up. I was so touched! I thanked her over and over because it really did feel good.
It’s amazing how much our animal companions understand us and how much they care.
I am sweeter than sugar!
Not me. I would have bitten that momsicle.
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If you would like to warm Toby’s heart, then pick up a copy of Dream Our World! Inside, he and his brother Geordie explore the Museum of the Imagination while enjoying a day of unsupervised fun.
Today is the day I change linens and gather dirty laundry. Toby decided to come in and “help” me. (How can something so evil be so cute?)
Who says the two are mutually exclusive?
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Want to have even more adventures with Bitey Dog and Toby? Then pick up a copy of DreamOurWorld. Inside the boys view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Has your pet had a bit too much to eat over the holidays? Then celebrate your food good fortune with a personalized painting commemorating the event! I welcome the opportunity to meet your furry or feathered family and get to know them through my work.
Toby and I were out for a walk the other day. As neared his nemesis’s house, (star of such posts as The Great Roundup, and The Day After ), I noticed he was completely silent. Not even his tags jingled as he tiptoed down the street. Realizing he was trying to sneak past the little dog’s house so she wouldn’t come after him, I did my best to imitate his soundless gait. It is hard to walk on stones in boots and not make noise, though. Every time my shoe crunched on a piece of gravel, I got serious stink eye from my boy. He doesn’t know how hard it was for me not to laugh every time he glared at me. Any neighbors looking out their windows must have thought us both crazy as we crept in silent slow motion past their homes.
Thanks to you, you big-footed elephant, I almost got bit!
Some time in the not-too-distant future a can of Halt! will be delivered. Paws crossed it will work to discourage other dogs from coming after Toby. Better still, hopefully we never have to use it.
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After my experience with my GP’s office, I decided to contact the neurologist directly to see if I could schedule an appointment. When I call, I am only able to reach an answering machine. So far I have called every day and left a total of 10 messages, but no one has called back. I guess in the new world, squeaky wheels are ignored and not greased.
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Come see what my stinky boys have been up to at the Museum of the Imagination in Dream Our World! Inside they view the world of art from a canine perspective and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun.
Toby insisted that I paint this picture for him. (He is fascinated with pretty girls.)
I would be even more interested if the painting smelled like something other than linseed oil.
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Care to see what other artwork the boys enjoy? Then come with them to the Museum of the Imagination and enjoy a day of unsupervised fun! Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
After waiting six months for an appointment with a neurologist, I had my appointment cancelled at the last minute. I was kicked to the back of the line as if I were a complete newbie. This was on Nov 18. I was so frustrated that I requested to see a different neurologist from a different group on Nov 21. The doctor asked which neurologist I would like to see, and I provided a name. Two weeks later I received a call from my PCP saying that someone from the new neurologist’s office would be calling in a few days. I realized that it was unlikely anyone would be punctual so close to the holidays, so I didn’t panic when I didn’t hear anything right away.
On Thursday I felt that I had waited long enough and called my PCP to ask that they remind the neurologist to phone me. The woman who answered the phone said, “What? You would like an appointment?” Then she tried to rattle off the number of the doctor I refuse to see. No, no no! I told her that things had already been arranged with someone else. She put me on hold. “Oh, you were supposed to call them.” No I was not!!! Not only was I not to call them, I do not have their office phone number. She put me on hold again. Then she tried to give me the number for central booking where no one can answer any questions because they are only scheduling, not the office. I was so angry that the ball had been dropped yet again and I had this person trying to push the responsibility for it on me that I snapped. I yelled at her and told her that the information she needed is in the file and that she needed to go back, look it up and make things right. Then I hung up on her. (One thing I miss with cell phones is the ability to slam a phone.) Now I have to call yet again and try to talk to someone who has a clue.Is there something wrong with me that I am so exasperated? I know medical offices are shorthanded, but so is everybody. In spite of that, the garage fixes my car. The bank handles my money. Amazon ships my goods. UPS delivers my packages. Everyone else is managing to keep good records and perform their jobs. There is no excuse for this level of incompetence.
I have a feeling that I am never going to make it to see a neurologist. I am going to have a stroke first.
Ugh, not another “you” story. You’re so boring.
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My neighbor says that when her granddaughter visits, she can’t go to bed without her copy of Dream Our World with her. Aw, how sweet!
If you would like to see what enchants this little girl, pick your own copy. Dream Our World and other fine gifts are available from my shop at L Bowman Studios.
You’ve heard of putting sauerkraut in chocolate cake, haven’t you? Well….
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Combat covid apathy by dressing your young person in a classic, silk necktie. It could be worn for a formal occasion, religious services or even to school for classes. It could also make a very smart accessory for a ring bearer or guest at the next wedding you attend.
Ha! Now you won’t be able to get that stupid song out of your head all day.
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So, how is the arm thing going? Acceptably. Over time I’ve found that if I sleep as close to sitting up as possible, I have less pain and paralysis. The catch is – as anyone who has ever had a head cold can tell you – you can’t really sleep sitting up. Perhaps if we could do as the astronauts do and sleep velcroed to a wall, life might be easier.
Whoever says sleeping sitting up is hard has never met me!
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Having trouble putting your child to sleep? Perhaps the subliminal message of this Sleeping Teddy Bear and Hearts Quilt will help your little one to drift off to Dream Land. Whimsical quilt would also make a great lap blanket for someone you love. Keep a dear one warm and cozy this winter with the gift of a Handmade in America blanket.
In following up after Friday’s scheduling debacle, I decided approach my GP first. At a previous visit she had said that she might be able to expedite an appointment with a neurologist. The GP wasn’t in the office today, but she is expected on tomorrow. I left a message so that she has the opportunity to get the ball rolling even before I check in again.
I also brought up the idea of Evoked Potential Testing. I said that if she thought it might help with diagnosis – and was able to schedule it herself – I could have it taken care of before any neurological appointments. From what I’ve read, this is a pretty good test for determining whether someone has MS or not.
I also plan to request an additional appointment with a different neurology group. Then the two can compete to see who keeps their appointment first.
Oh my gosh, you are so boring. Just throw the ball already!
The Adventures of Bitey Dog 