Let Sleeping Dogs Rant

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Thrilling Sunday non-ES report, see man:

 

Walmarted for Mama T-B. & Uncle T-B., Walmart we man.

Got Uncle T-B. a new belt & billfold, old ones dilapidated for years man.

Got him a comb, alarm clock, and Many-pack of undershirts, necessary in Skilled Noosering man.

 

Lunch was Modified Tuna Glop, ingest we man.

Warshered & baked our LL, domestic we man.

Took Walmart stuff to Uncle T-B., visit we man senior he man man.

Uncle T-B. seemingly well-pleased with new items, pleased senior he man man.

 

Uncle T-B. still not wearing his hearing-aids,       man.

Several staff visited him, including two while we were there, observe and intercede we man.

He failed the simple cognitive test from social workerette,  and put in your EARS man.

We out-bailed him during private caucus just after, egad and adrenaline-rush we man.

We plan to intercede energetically when weekday day staff begin interacting with him, egad man.

 

Groceried for Two Guys week on way to casa, probably stupid not to wait till Monday man.

Returned exhaustedly to casa, out-wiped we man.

Dodged indignant miu while putting cold stuff away, insistent miu man.

Serviced demanding miu, mollified miu man.

 

Din-din was onejar of gefilte fish*, ingest we man.

     *bought on supermarket closeout, financially savvy we man

Folded/put away LL, fortunately not too wrinkled man.

Gave debriefing to Mama T-B., debrief we man senior he man man.

 

No party with the rubias, no cavort we man.

Two Guys week begins Monday eve, Two Guys man.

No formal plans for Monday, unplanned we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Sunday, report we man.

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Scintillating Monday repartee but great upvote activity, yawn and  man.

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Thrilling Monday report, see man:

 

Waited all morn for calls from Uncle T-B.'s Skilled Noosering facility, wait we man.

Stepped away and missed one by 2 minutes,  man.

Eventually connected later, drat it man.

 

Lunch was the remaining Costco chicken salad, ingest we man.

All this time, ex-Mrs.-T-B. was pestering us to retrieve Mini-B. for Two Guys week, leaving-town ex-she man man.

 

Then, in short order starting at Many (2+1) p.m., the following happened in aysheep fashion, see man:

 -- fold Mini-B.'s leftover laundry, not done in timely fashion man

 -- blew to supermarket to get limón cheaps for Mini-B., specifically requested man

 -- blew to Uncle T-B.'s crib to collect shaving stuff, blow we man

 -- walk to postal area to collect Uncle T-B.'s mail and check Mama T-B.'s, humid weather man

 -- walk back to Uncle T-B.'s crib to label & leave mail, fortunately left A/C cranked we man

 -- blow to other side of complex to deliver Mama T-B.'s stuff, deliver we man

 -- get yelled at by Mama T-B. for misunderstanding misinterpretable instructions,  man

 -- collect Many (2+1) desserts for immediate refrigeration for Mini-B., emphasized Many times man

 -- blow back to casa to refrigerate desserts, re-blow we man

 -- service demanding miu, impossible-to-ignore miu man

 -- blow to Uncle T-B.'s Skilled Noosering facility to deliver stuff, deliver we man

 -- hear Uncle T-B. bellyache about having to reject another potential roommate, belligerent senior he man

 -- meet noosers, admissions staff, et al. to charm away Uncle T-B.'s bad karma, charm they man we man

 -- meet Fizzicle Therapy supervisor to caucus about Uncle T-B.'s F.T. and prognosis, quite promising man

 -- blow back to casa, re-blow we man

 -- re-service re-demanding miu,  man

 -- retrieve Mini-B. at Many (2+2+1) p.m., right on time we man

We were rather frazzled after all this, imaginably man.

 

Mini-B. was grousing because ex-Mrs.-T-B. was loudly on business calls all day, yak ex-she man man.

He up-cheered after din-din of "Hungry Man" frozen din-dins, ingest Two Guys man.

Movie night was Many (2+1) more episodes of Breaking Bad, quite good man.

Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Miu dropped 2 feather-rollers at our feet, exceptionally needy miu man.

We then complied with miu's demand for a thorough brushing, service demanding miu we man.

 

No formal plans for Tuesday except to vote in Skool-Bored runoff, civic we man.

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.  

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Scintillating Tuesday repartee, yawn man.

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Thrilling Tuesday report, see man:

 

Breakfast for Mini-B. was corn dogs, ingest Major Food Group wee man.

Breakfast for us was a salad donated by Mama T-B., ingest we man.

 

Ran errands till it monsooned,   man.

Skool-Bored runoff site moved without notice,   man.

 

Lunch was Many (2x2x2x2 -2) air-fried spring rolls from Costco, ingest Two Guys man.

A siesta was taken, zzz we man.

 

We and Mini-B.* visited Uncle T-B., delighted senior he man.

     *bribed by promise of a 'roni 'za afterward, bribe we man wee man man.

X-large 'roni 'za picked up on way to casa, price higher than ever now man.  

Din-din was entire 'roni 'za, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Movie night was Many (2+1) episodes of Breaking Bad, watch Two Guys man.

Many (2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were somehow consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

This tallies to Many (2+2+2+1) bowls for the week, great head start man.

 

Medical imaging for us on Wednesday, glow-in-dark we man.

No other formal plans, no plan we man.

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Scintillating Wednesday repartee, yawn man.

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Thrilling Wednesday report, see man:

 

Got medically imaged, glow-in-dark we man.

Found fizzicly nonconstricting pants for Uncle T-B. at Goodwill, financially savvy we man.

 

Lunch was too-spicy frozen burritos from Costco, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Helped Mini-B. move his clothes from old to new bedroom, satisfied wee man man.

 

Visited Uncle T-B. with new pants, appreciative senior he man man.

 

Din-din was bagged salad + hot dogs, ingest Two Guys man.

Movie night was 2 more Breaking Bad episodes, watch Two Guys man.

Many (2+2+1) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

Running weekly tally = one Manyzen bowls, already surpassed quota man.   

 

No formal Thursday plans, no plan we man man.

Party with the rubias tonight, finally cavort we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

[yuna628 9,873]

In the mess of everything going on with my dad, my dog had been acting strangely. My husband thought he was just a bit depressed about dad not being around again, or a UTI. The strangeness turned into not sleeping for many nights, obsessing over drinking water, and having accidents. I couldn't pin all of his symptoms down but two nights ago I believed his behavior was actually pain based. He's an odd little dog... he might make you think his leg is broken for a stubbed toe or a trimmed nail but the real stuff... the big stuff, his stoicism wall would never let you know. But yesterday morning I could tell he was in pain, so I got him to the vet.

 

None of the tests ran were very promising at first or pointing to a clue, but there were numbers that looked very wrong. Then they came in with the x-ray.

 

A mass in his stomach.

 

And then we were given those impossible choices. An astronomical bill and a dangerous surgery or let him go. This little guy has lived 12 years or more... in a terrible early life situation and has quirks because of it, but he also became a loving little guy that learned not all humans are bad, and we have cared for diligently even through his signs of "old dog syndrome" and his blindness. If the mass were cancer it might be for nothing anyway. I mean what else could it be? This dog literally doesn't like to put anything in his mouth if he doesn't have to unless it's chicken. The vet said you'd be surprised the stuff they've removed, but I didn't think it was possible.

 

I looked at the bill and looked at my husband. We just weren't ready to give up on him. This dog had always been a fighter. We knew our vet was one of the best surgeons around so we said "get it out". They said they'd do it right away.

 

And you know this dog and fighting spirit? Well there he was, yowling and being angry in the back as they are trying to get an IV, and flustering one tech that's always acting scared of the job. So for twenty precious minutes I got a little extra time with him before the surgery - because there's nothing that calms him down more than momma's lap, so they brought him in to me, got that IV in, wrapped him in blankets, and I rocked him to sleep. The little guy was snoring when they took him away.

 

An hour long surgery where he stopped breathing on the table (oh my heart!). Once again they saved his life and brought him around. The tech came in and brought the contents of the stomach. 

 

Guys... the mass? A giant ball of hair and thick wooly cotton!

 

It wasn't cancer! I could barely register the relief. I was shaking and sobbing one moment and then bewildered at the next. HOW. DID. THAT. GET. IN. THERE?

 

I've thought about this all night. We have no idea what it is or how or why he swallowed it.

 

The consequences of him doing so were severe though. Perforated stomach. Infection.... (labs did not indicate this!) bleeding, leaking bile, swollen angry stomach, damaged organs. There was so much pressure build-up in his stomach it really hurt him. You name it... this dog has got it. I cannot imagine the pain he's been through without really revealing it.

 

After surgery, they wrapped him in heated blankets and brought him to me. They told me he would be critical for days now, so this might still be the last time. He hadn't a clue what was going on, honking and heaving like a duck, snoring the next, wailing in pain and confusion. And then it was time for me to go. 

 

He's such an idiot guys but he's so precious.

 

Hug your pets today and tell them you love them. Every day they live and breathe is a blessing from God.

[Ban Hammer 14,275]

2 hours ago, yuna628 said:

Guys... the mass? A giant ball of hair and thick wooly cotton!

 

 

maybe a dog toy that he tore up years ago?

[yuna628 9,873]

2 hours ago, Ban Hammer said:

maybe a dog toy that he tore up years ago?

 

He stopped playing with those kind of toys once he started going blind long ago in favor of something smelly like Elk antlers. Only toy I can recall was a Santa head he ripped off a rope toy but no stuffing or anything came out. This is a thick wool, almost like one of those woolen laundry balls or something made out of alpaca but we don't use those. For peace of mind I spent the morning searching through all the xmas ornaments - all the potential culprits were intact. Typically for him to put something in his mouth he has to be very attracted to the smell... I had thought tampons, but it doesn't look quite right.

[Ban Hammer 14,275]

1 hour ago, yuna628 said:

 

He stopped playing with those kind of toys once he started going blind long ago in favor of something smelly like Elk antlers. Only toy I can recall was a Santa head he ripped off a rope toy but no stuffing or anything came out. This is a thick wool, almost like one of those woolen laundry balls or something made out of alpaca but we don't use those. For peace of mind I spent the morning searching through all the xmas ornaments - all the potential culprits were intact. Typically for him to put something in his mouth he has to be very attracted to the smell... I had thought tampons, but it doesn't look quite right.

any chance he could have picked it up in the yard - thrown there by neighbors or kids?

[Ontarkie 14,947]

7 hours ago, yuna628 said:

In the mess of everything going on with my dad, my dog had been acting strangely. My husband thought he was just a bit depressed about dad not being around again, or a UTI. The strangeness turned into not sleeping for many nights, obsessing over drinking water, and having accidents. I couldn't pin all of his symptoms down but two nights ago I believed his behavior was actually pain based. He's an odd little dog... he might make you think his leg is broken for a stubbed toe or a trimmed nail but the real stuff... the big stuff, his stoicism wall would never let you know. But yesterday morning I could tell he was in pain, so I got him to the vet.

 

None of the tests ran were very promising at first or pointing to a clue, but there were numbers that looked very wrong. Then they came in with the x-ray.

 

A mass in his stomach.

 

And then we were given those impossible choices. An astronomical bill and a dangerous surgery or let him go. This little guy has lived 12 years or more... in a terrible early life situation and has quirks because of it, but he also became a loving little guy that learned not all humans are bad, and we have cared for diligently even through his signs of "old dog syndrome" and his blindness. If the mass were cancer it might be for nothing anyway. I mean what else could it be? This dog literally doesn't like to put anything in his mouth if he doesn't have to unless it's chicken. The vet said you'd be surprised the stuff they've removed, but I didn't think it was possible.

 

I looked at the bill and looked at my husband. We just weren't ready to give up on him. This dog had always been a fighter. We knew our vet was one of the best surgeons around so we said "get it out". They said they'd do it right away.

 

And you know this dog and fighting spirit? Well there he was, yowling and being angry in the back as they are trying to get an IV, and flustering one tech that's always acting scared of the job. So for twenty precious minutes I got a little extra time with him before the surgery - because there's nothing that calms him down more than momma's lap, so they brought him in to me, got that IV in, wrapped him in blankets, and I rocked him to sleep. The little guy was snoring when they took him away.

 

An hour long surgery where he stopped breathing on the table (oh my heart!). Once again they saved his life and brought him around. The tech came in and brought the contents of the stomach. 

 

Guys... the mass? A giant ball of hair and thick wooly cotton!

 

It wasn't cancer! I could barely register the relief. I was shaking and sobbing one moment and then bewildered at the next. HOW. DID. THAT. GET. IN. THERE?

 

I've thought about this all night. We have no idea what it is or how or why he swallowed it.

 

The consequences of him doing so were severe though. Perforated stomach. Infection.... (labs did not indicate this!) bleeding, leaking bile, swollen angry stomach, damaged organs. There was so much pressure build-up in his stomach it really hurt him. You name it... this dog has got it. I cannot imagine the pain he's been through without really revealing it.

 

After surgery, they wrapped him in heated blankets and brought him to me. They told me he would be critical for days now, so this might still be the last time. He hadn't a clue what was going on, honking and heaving like a duck, snoring the next, wailing in pain and confusion. And then it was time for me to go. 

 

He's such an idiot guys but he's so precious.

 

Hug your pets today and tell them you love them. Every day they live and breathe is a blessing from God.

OMG that poor baby. I'm glad you took the chance and it is not cancer. Hopefully he continues to do well and has a some more good years left in him. 

[TBoneTX 47,507]

16 hours ago, yuna628 said:

A mass in his stomach.

And then we were given those impossible choices. An astronomical bill and a dangerous surgery or let him go.

This happened with Miu T-B. #1 years ago, si and sigh Y ma'am.

In her case, it was most definitely cancer, let sweet miu go we man.

We hope that Doggie Y. recovers and lives healthily, si Y ma'am.

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Thrilling Thursday-on-Friday report, see man:

 

Breakfast/lunch for Mini-B. was a "meat-lover's breakfast bowl," ingest wee man.

Breakfast/lunch for us was Mama T-B.'s remaining donated salad, ingest we man.

 

Decided to visit Mama T-B. at noon, visit Two Guys senior she man man.

Mama T-B. wanted "only a brief visit," immobile/pained senior she man.

Visit lasted nearly 2 hours, little projects added up man.

 

Din-din was weenies + beans, ingest Two Guys man.

We then ran another errand for Mama T-B., errant we man.

Half-hour job took over an hour, complications man.

We think that the attention made Mama T-B. feel better, decent sacrifice man.

But we didn't even have time to call Uncle T-B., let alone visit man.

 

Movie night was 2 more Breaking Bad episodes, watch Two Guys man.

Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

This tallies to Many (2x2x2x2) bowls for the week, highly approvable man.

 

Began rolling/traying our silk ties for impending donation, delay but finally doing it we man.

We had Many (2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 +2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 +2) -- just in the brown family,     man.

We have far more than that in the blue/gray/purple/green families,  man.

We kept just Many (2+2+1) in the brown family, donate nearly Many (2+1) Manyzens of those we man.

We aren't going to be able to fit the eventual number of trays in the T-B.-mobile, conclude we man.  

 

We have itineraried 2 highly proximal ESs for Friday, ridiculously proximal man.

Neither appears appealing, presumably furniture & art only man.

Nevertheless, we must keep our streak alive, streak we man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

Uncle T-B.'s CD matures on Friday, begin cash-out/reinvestment process we man.

And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

[Ontarkie 14,947]

So last night the Hillbilly sprung on me two things he wants to do this summer. He wants to go to Six flags or Cedar point and he wants to go to the ocean. I'm all for swimming in the ocean. Since I've never been. So now I need to figure out where to go. Plus figure out who is going to watch the dogs. One thing he never thinks about. At most it would probably only be a weekend trip and would be driving. 

[Ban Hammer 14,275]

1 hour ago, Ontarkie said:

So last night the Hillbilly sprung on me two things he wants to do this summer. He wants to go to Six flags or Cedar point and he wants to go to the ocean. I'm all for swimming in the ocean. Since I've never been. So now I need to figure out where to go. Plus figure out who is going to watch the dogs. One thing he never thinks about. At most it would probably only be a weekend trip and would be driving. 

you might want to refer to this thread before swimming in the ocean
https://www.visajourney.com/forums/topic/831480-going-swimming-in-the-ocean/

 

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Friday ES report, see man:

20 hours ago, TBoneTX said:

We have itineraried 2 highly proximal ESs for Friday, ridiculously proximal man.

We attended both ESs, trustworthy we man.

 

The first ES yielded the take, see man:

 -- Many (2x2x2x2 -2) warshcloths = $Many ($2+2), steal man

Total = $Many ($2+2)

 

The other ES had something that we may go back for on Sunday, half-price then man.

[TBoneTX 47,507]

Thrilling Friday non-ES report, see man:

 

We slept awfully, disrupted zzz man.

Mini-B. didn't disembed himself till after noon, torpid wee man.

Lunch was PB&J sandwiches, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Din-din was Costco angusburgers, ingest Two Guys man.

 

Movie night was more Breaking Bad episodes, watch Two Guys man.

Many (2+2) bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man.

This tallies to Many (2x2x2x2 +2+2) for the week, impressive man.

 

We are itinerarying one ES for Saturday, in FST man.

Taking Mini-B. to early lunch at favorite FST restaurant, projected ingestation Two Guys man.

Must be back to take Mama T-B. for day-disrupting imaging caucus,   man.

 

No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.

And that was our thrilling Friday, report we man.

Edited June 7 by TBoneTX