Oscar is over pouting because I spanked him with a magazine, because he bit me, because I provoked him, because I was trying to clean off his stinky chin whiskers, because he'd eaten another animal's poo in the yard, and threw it up in his kennel. What a chain of events. That was last night. Today he is over pouting. I bathed him today, sort of cautiously, minding his sharp teeth, not that he put them into use today. Still. Last night he plunged one fang into my finger and I bled like a stuck hog. Then I soaked it in alcohol and put Neosporin on it. I guess I would have pitched a fit and bitten someone if I'd just eaten the forbidden, thrown it up and someone was trying to clean my face. Yuck. He's a dog. He had enough. He reverted. I picked up a handful of catalogs today and his tail drooped to the floor. He remembered. But we're okay now. He's clean and docile and my finger is hardly sore.
Since Tina came Thursday and did the deep cleaning for us, I did things like laundry, folding it, putting it up, changing the bed, grocery shopping, walking O, and making a recipe from The Pioneer Woman's cookbook (Marlboro Man's Favorite Sandwich). It's made with cube steak, cut in strips, much like a Philly Cheese sandwich, only with stockier meat. We enjoyed it. Her book is pretty, practical and sort of like holding her blog in your hands.
Sher didn't feel well today at all and asked me to tell her something to "enthuse" her. I told her she needed to let her adrenaline rest. Then she asked me to write something about her house; I think her idea is a submission to one of the cottage magazines.
Oscar and I walked to the primary school this afternoon and we went through the school field. He kicked up quite a lot of dust as I did, making his bath of the morning null and void. I brushed him when we got home.
Paul rounded up the leaves in our back yard (the front yard evidently won't grow trees) for about the second time this fall. It'll have to be done again.
All that rain just a week ago and it's so dusty!
Our neighbor Joe laid the neatest brick walk from the back of his house to his storage building - all old brick with the brick companie's names stamped on them. It's so pretty and I'm sure he'll also have it landscaped as the front of his house almost always has something blooming or changing colors.
I had to call and leave Dr B a message about a refill on my bp medicine - I won't have enough till I see him again, and it's too soon to get mine refilled. I'm taking 80 mg in a.m. and p.m. A couple of times it's been in the 130's, but not every time. It has to be consistent and that's what he wants: at least 130 (systolic). But I tolerated the 80 mg in the morning okay today.
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