OK, I’m not really jealous of my dog but seriously, listen to my morning.  On my way to the office I went through the coffee drive-thru only no one asked me how I was doing.  No, they asked how the dog was and how the cat was and if the dog could have a treat.  I know, sweet, huh, then we headed to the bank.  Again I went through the drive-thru and the lady helping me asks if my dog can have a treat (seriously, she didn’t ask me if I had a transaction, she asked if my dog could have a treat) then she left to do my banking transaction and not one but TWO other tellers came to the window to see the dog.  And asked me to come inside next time instead of using the drive-up window because they are a “dog friendly bank”.  I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a dog friendly bank let alone that I chose to bank there.  So, tomorrow we’re going inside so my spoiled dog can meet everyone at the bank.  (OK, I just thought that was funny.)

So, that picture above, that’s when Panda got to meet the cows.  That glee you see in her eyes…that’s from the fact that the cow is licking her — yes, the cow was licking her.  The nastiness on her chest, that’s from when she army crawled through the mud trying to figure out how to get closer to the cows.  I wish I could have seen it but I was out of town at my Grandma’s funeral and my assistant and her boyfriend were dog-sitting.  I had a great giggle over that picture though.  Who knew that my BULLdog would be enamored with cows.  (If you don’t see the humor in that research why bulldogs were bred in the 1600s.)

So, when I returned from my adventure (ha) to California for my Grandma’s funeral I had to take the dog and the cat to the vet.  I wish I could blame that adventure on someone else but, no the idiocy wisdom of trip was all me.  It was supposed to be a quick, easy trip to have Panda rechecked after her ear/eye/skin infection and get Jeeves updated on his shots.  Instead it turned into Jeeves staying there all day for observation because his gut was bloated with gas, he’d lost a bunch of weight and started vomiting all over my bedroom (no, not the house my BED and the floor beside my bed).  See, that beautiful kitty who’s trying to look so calm and cute in that picture (because the dog is sound asleep, snoring, in her locked crate) is a psycho case.  Yeah, the vet recommended anxiety medication for my cat, after we get the stomach infection under control that he got from being so anxious over our new resident.

Freaking cat.

Oh, I didn’t tell you about my adventure at the vet with Panda.  I had an appointment scheduled after I got her to get her checked out.  No big deal, right?  Well, I had to call and move that appointment up to an urgent same-day appointment because she had an oozing rash on her chest.  So, we get in and besides the oozing hot spot she had an ear infection in BOTH ears and a scratch on her eye that got infected.  But, that’s not the crazy part.  The crazy part is that my dog needs an EYE LIFT.

Yeah, I never even knew they did plastic surgery on dogs and here I own one that needs it.  Now, before you go all Beverly Hills on me listen.  Bulldogs have wrinkles (thus the need to clean her wrinkles every night to get the slobber and drool and whatever else gets stuck in them).  Well, my lovely bulldog has a wrinkle on her eye lid that causes the lower lid to roll in which puts her eye lash poking right into her eyeball which causes it to scratch the surface of the eye every time she blinks.  Thus, the eye infection.

You can laugh now.  I did, right after I rolled my eyes.

So, we’re planning that surgery — it will happen at some point.  So, that last picture if Panda playing with her pink soccer ball.  I should have gotten a video so you could hear the snorting and grunting that took place but I didn’t, and now I can’t because the soccer ball is in the garbage (after I gagged) because it was sopping wet with dog drool.

OK…I gotta get.  The dog is snoring, the cat is panicking because the crate isn’t locked yet, and I have a busy day at work tomorrow.  My high maintenance animals and I need out beauty sleep so we can tackle the day.  Well, they need their beauty sleep, I need my sleep so I can take care of their many needs tomorrow.

Seriously, my animals are more high maintenance than I am….there’s something wrong with that.