A Wee Small Cottage in North Hollerback- and Pug Tails

Hi friends! So this is the big weekend- we are moving into our super-cute guest house in the north hollywoot woot. We got to walk thru it yesterday w/ out all the previous tenents stuff in it, and lemme tell ya, I lerv it. It is super-small, even littler than I thought, but it's just so well laid out and modern, that i don't mind it at all. And the backyard is perfect for us- super high fences all covered in ivy and such. I can't wait to get decorating.

Also this week, I went to a pretty cool little seminar at Equity. The lady who casts for Oregon Shakes (and for those of you who don't know, I would kill a baby unicorn to work at Oregon Shakes) did a long Q&A, and she was the bomb. I submitted my head shot and res, and don't really expect much from it (though you praying types need to get on this one) but it was good to realize casting people are just like you and me, except with a sick amount of power over actors, and a penchant for worshipping the Dark Lord. Just kidding. Or am I......

We pick up the couch Saturday morning, and I feel like i am picking up a lover at the airport. I'm so excited. Oh Graybones, how I love you. How I long to....well....sit on you.

Some bad news- Emmy, with her knack for finding new and exciting ways to injure herself, may have sprained her tail. You know how pug tails are all coiled like a spring? Well, hers is droopy. She shows no pain at all, even when I tug it or squeeze it, and she is getting better movement, but it's not its tightly coiled self. I talked to the vet who said as long as she was in no pain, to give it a few days before bringing her in. I also looked online and it said some dogs lower thier tales when they have impacted anal glands.....and so...


I put on some yellow kitchen gloves, plopped her in the tub, and EXPRESSED her glands. This gooey gray-green stuff came out, and it smelled like Satan's a-hole. Really, it was the Worst. Smell. Ever. You cannot begin to imagine, unless you have done this to a dog. In my Dad's colorful lexicon, it "would knock a buzzard off a shit wagon at fifty paces". It didn't fix her tail, but it may help with her problem w/ gas w/ oily discharge. I soooo threw those gloves away. Gavin was flying everywhere w/ Lysol like he was putting out a fire. And there. I have written the grossest blog in the history of blogging, certain porn pages excepted.

So that's my update for this week. I am very stressed out w/ all the misc. crap going on, but today, I am in relatively good spirits. Relatively. Someone call me up for pizza and beer on Sunday night, wouldja?

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

This is the most wonderful thing I've read. I did one of my much-too-loud horse laughs and slapped the table a couple of times imagining Gavers dancing around with Lysol whilst you dug up in the Satan hole.

laughter. and table spanking.