yesterday, yesterday…it seems so long ago. a gray and rainy day mostly. we were gone for quite a while in the morning, attending the lincoln event at the convention center. i came home and fed the fish and the cats and brought the dogs over to our house and they were good, mostly. kevin and i got in the hot tub and Numie and Noodle were very very interested in hot-tubbing. they didn’t jump in, but noodle sure looked like he wanted to. they kept circling around and around the hot tub, putting their paws up on the edge and wanting to be petted.
yesterday i learned that you should not get in a hot tub after you give blood. they tell you not to do lots of exertion, and not to drink, but they never mention hot-tubbing. when we got out, i felt faint and i looked in the mirror and was white as a sheet. i had to sit down for a while.
the hot tub felt good, though.
kevin was gone for a while and the dogs got out of the bedroom before i had a chance to put up the doggie barriers, to block them from going in the basement or upstairs so the cats would have a place to hide. noodle quickly found winnie and chased him down in the basement and i had to yell and yell at him and he kept darting away…and this was when i was supposed to be resting after hot-tubbing.
it wouldn’t be very restful to have these dogs. they did quiet down later, though, and all the dogs were sleeping as we watched blagojevich on the sean hannity show on Fox. boy that hannity is a dick. i couldn’t bear to listen to him ranting about the stimulus package, attacking obama, etc. but i did appreciate his grilling of blago. hannity kept telling him that he’d gotten off easy with the other interviewers, that nobody had pressed him on the stuff in the transcripts, and blago would try to go off on his “i did it for the people of illinois” speech, but hannity wouldn’t let him. blago looked more nervous than i’ve ever seen him.
i took the dogs home and then noodle ruined a perfectly good day. sometimes noodle attacks shadow. shadow is very old and has health problems and no teeth but he wants to be the alpha male, and when i was taking numie’s collar of him, suddenly noodle had shadow in a death grip and i had to scream at him and pull him off shadow.
shadow wasn’t hurt, and seemed to snap right back, but i felt so bad for him. we all wish there was something to do to remedy this problem. they’ve started giving numie big horse pills, some kind of natural things that have lots of chamomile and other things in them, and i did think they were working – i noticed that noodle was spending a lot of time staring off in the distance. and sometimes giggling. no, not giggling, but he did seem more mellow.
just not when it comes to shadow.
today, day five, things are quiet once again. kevin is off doing some abraham lincoln’s birthday event, and i’ll go to one of them with him later.
and hopefully i’ll post some of the photos i took yesterday. there was an incredible motorcycle on display at the convention center, and while i was waiting around for the lincoln drama to start, i took many pictures of it.
ok then,
petsitting grace.
p.s. last night amy texted kevin and wrote that she and jim were eating at a tapas bar, waiting for a flamenco performance. nice.