Finally, after a few teases of nice weather followed by sudden bouts of cold/rain, summer is here. We barely had any spring days, I pretty much went from wearing long underwear to sweating myself to sleep in a week. We’ve had some highs and lows in the past few weeks:
First, I went down to Carbondale to kidnap Brian and bring him home with me. Since he’s no longer in the flight program, there’s no point in him going to school down there. So we get to live together like normal married people (weird) and we will save a lot of money since we won’t be paying for his rent and bills. Yay! Before we left we ate one last meal at Longbranch, where I had the Lemon Garlic Fettucine:
I brought home some beautiful strawberries from the co-op (which I will miss so much), which we immediately turned into a strawberry rhubarb pie.
I planted my garden, and now I can admire it from my bedroom window:
Last weekend, we had some big boos. On Friday night, my father-in-law was walking his two dogs and one of our neighbors, as they frequently do, let their dogs run out of the house unleashed and one of them immediately attacked Coco. Yes, this is a totally different dog than the one that killed Bonny. When he came in and told us what happened, I almost threw up on the spot. Luckily, Coco was smiling like an idiot and just had to get a lot of staples in her leg and wear a Cone of Shame until we were sure she wouldn’t pull the staples out. Fun fact: did you know that as long as a dog is in their own yard, even if it’s the unfenced front yard, they can attack whomever they damn well please and animal control will not give a shit? I also find it kind of funny (in the horrible awful way) that they attacked the dog who spent most of her early life in a cage cranking out dogs for a puppy mill, so she has the defensive instincts of a turnip. She doesn’t even understand that she’s supposed to chew her toys up. Abby would’ve fucked that dog’s ankles up.
Then two days later, as Brian and I were about to head out to the art fair, Abby started coughing in a weird way. When we got home and she wasn’t there, my stomach dropped and I immediately called my father-in-law to ask what was wrong. Brian and I drove to the emergency vet clinic just in time to say goodbye to her. Apparently she had a growth in her throat that was making it hard for her to breathe, so it was best for her to be put to sleep. This house has had a rough year pet-wise, in less than a year we’ve gone from five dogs and four cats, to two dogs (Harley went to live in Maine) and three cats (not to mention that my sister-in-laws dog died). Some people might think we’re better off, but somehow we managed to combine two households of animals and make it work, and it is very quiet in here now.
This post is getting kind of long and it feels weird to go, “Dead dog, anyway, art pictures!” so I will make a second post tomorrow.