It's Saturday, and you know what that means. That means I have to be at work at 5 AM. I get there, and Former Group Leader Rod says to me, he says, "Ain't nobody up at this hour except raccoons and crazy people. I guess that makes us crazy people."
And after all that, we get there and don't have any parts to work with. We stand around --getting paid time and a half, mind you-- most of the day with nothing to do and they finally let us go home at lunch. I wasn't complaining.
Anyway, I get home, and Rylea has pooped in the living room again.
This is like, the third day in a row. This is so not normal for her, and by this time I'm pretty sure something is wrong, so off to the vet we go. He checks her out, and fortunately, it's nothing serious. He said she has colitis, something like an irritable bowel. It's pretty common in dogs, because they eat nasty, rotten stuff. They get an overgrowth of bacteria, and the intestine gets inflamed, and she poops where she shouldn't. He gave me a couple of medicines for her, and she should be right again in a few days.
The good news is, she's lost two more pounds since last time I had her weighed. She's down to 50 even. That's a total of 15 lbs she's lost since we started. In dog pounds, that's huge.
It ain't too shabby in people pounds, either.
I'd planned on maybe going to Batesville after work and getting some new work jeans, but after that, I decided to just stay home and knit. So that's what I did.
I got one more chart done on the Arwen Wrap, and another square knit on the Friendship Blankie.
Now, I'm off to watch one more episode of Cake Boss, then I really must go to bed.