I'm Back

My apologies for my lack of posting yesterday. When I got home from work yesterday I was so sick from heat exhaustion that I just didn't feel like blogging. Two weeks in 100+ temps, with no way to escape the heat finally caught up to me. I didn't do anything last night. I didn't even eat. I just laid in my recliner for a while, then went and laid down in the bed at around 7:00 PM. I kept thinking that I would feel better soon, then I would get up and blog, but I didn't. I didn't move until 5:15 this morning, and I still feel like I could have stayed in bed a few hours longer. We've had three people fall out from the heat just this week. One of them ended up in the hospital having a miscarriage. Now, you'll never get ADP to admit that it's the heat. They will blame it on something else. If they can't find anything to blame it on, they will make something up. Anything to avoid admitting that the heat is a problem. To that I ask:

So why does nobody ever fall out in the wintertime?


It was past time for Katie's annual vet check and vaccinations, so we took her in this afternoon to get that done.

I was shocked, because Katie--my Katie who never meets a stranger--was scared of the vet! It's not like she's never seen him before, either. Still, she backed away from him, and I had to go stand next to him to get her out from under the chair. Granted, Dr. A is kind of a scary looking man, but he's really nice. Once we got over the initial hesitation, the vet check went very well. She is a very healthy dog for one who is almost 12 years old. Dr. A pointed out that she is beginning to develop cataracts, which I had suspected due to the increasing milkiness in her eyes. He said there is a surgery for that, but he doesn't recommend it because it is expensive and complicated. Besides that, most dogs adjust very well to losing their sight--better than people do. He said that Katie probably doesn't even realize she can't see as well as she could before.

I used to have a dog who was completely blind, and if I didn't tell you he couldn't see, you wouldn't know he couldn't see. Even if I did tell you, you wouldn't believe me. J used to swear up and down that the dog had to be able to see something. Nope, light and dark was all he could see, but it didn't stop him. I'd catch him out in the cow pasture a half a mile from the house. "Dakota!!!" I'd yell. "Get back home! Don't you know you can't see!!!" But he didn't seem to. Occasionally, he'd run smack into a tree, or walk off the side of the porch, but other than that, he got along fine.



Today's Pic: Yarns in the primary colors--those colors which cannot be made by mixing two other colors, although there is some yahoo on Webshots who is insisting that the primary colors are actually red, blue, and green. Ummm, green is made by mixing yellow and blue, therefore it does not fit the definition of a primary color.
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