Sorry for the hiatus, but we’re back in action. Jack has been sick for the past few days, so making sure he’s getting back up to speed has been my purpose lately.
This story should be prefaced with Jack’s nickname – Pooper. The boy is just a glittering specimen of digestive and excretion prowess. I am proud to clean his litter box. And you know it’s a trueblue nickname, when my Dad comes homes and asks:
On Monday I noticed Jack was taking trips to the litter box, again, and again, and again, but no glittering specimen was left behind. Problem. A few phone calls to the vet and a couple frantic phone conversations sent us to the vets for an emergency visit. One expelled bladder and one antibiotic later, Jack was diagnosed with a UTI. We came home and the poor thing was still under the last few clouds of sedation. When I took him out of his carrier, this is literally the first thing I thought of:
The eyes had it.
It was hard to watch as he stumbled to walk and looked at the living room like a bobble-head doll. I wasn’t sure if he could make it to the litter box on his own if he followed me upstairs to bed like he usually does, so I slept downstairs with him and he slept curled up in his usual place. Me on my side, Jack curled into a perfect “C” shape next to my belly.
But this morning I got the best present a pet owner could truly get: a healthy No. 2, a BIG No. 2 in the litter box. We are on our way to recovery, folks.
So Jack and I are on our way to getting back to this:
… and meanwhile the rest of the world is going hell in a hand basket. Gonch is gone to Ottawa. Michalek and Martin sign on with the Pens for a combined $45 million for a combined 10 years. Or something like that. Kagan is going through her hearings. The oil spill is still … spilling. And I have still been cooking, including this recipe for guacamole. I didn’t have the Serrano chiles or fresh cilantro, so I swapped in garlic, but it was IMPERATIVE THAT I MAKE THE GUAC NOW. I made it when my Mom came home with PERFECT, and I mean PERFECT, avocados. They were like butta. My mom and I finished the bowl almost on site.
There’s a trick for knowing when you’ve got prize ripened avocados. Push your finger into your cheek. If your avocado feels like this, it’s too soft. Push your forehead. That’s too hard. Push the tip of your nose, that’s juuuuuuust right. If you find avocados like this, STOP EVERYTHING AND MAKE GUACAMOLE.
I’ve been making a list in my head these past few days of all the things I wanted to mention in this post. And right now all I can think of is Jack, guacamole and the Pens. Fail.
Today was brought to you by: “Up in the Air.” I finally watched it through Netflix tonight and Iiiii liked it. I liked it a lot. Especially Anna Kendrick. Five Prah 2.0 stars.