What they say is true. Dogs and their people really DO start to favor one another.

Do yous recollect a few years back when I posted that photo and then I said something like, "Ha ha ha! Dogs and their owners really Do start favoring one some other!!! HA HA HA!!!" What I didn't realize is that I was tossing all kinds of foreshadowing your style.

This morning we took Lookout man back to the vet for her corneal ulcer. (After receiving virtually a foot of snowfall on Sunday, today was the first day we could go out the business firm.) Anyhow, the ulcer isn't getting whatever worse, but it'due south too not getting whatsoever better. This means the side by side step was to draw blood, spin it in a centrifuge, and and then create a serum out of platelet-rich plasma for u.s.a. to drop into her eye iv times each twenty-four hour period.

Poor Scoutie

(She's a happy girl despite the fact that she has EYE Pain. With that said, she's smart plenty to know that eye pain equals cheesy scrambled eggs for breakfast. Lemons into lemonade and how tin y'all NOT brand cheesy eggs for that face up and and then forth.)

We left the house at 8:45 and returned dwelling at around noon and I won't even tell you the story about how I should have been happy that the plow came by merely information technology was impossible to be happy because the plow left a 35-foot mountain of snow in front of our driveway and I'yard already scared of driving in the snow because of an accident I saw when I was 20 (trailer came unhitched from the motorcar in front of me on an icy span and I had to swerve to not exist hit by it and it scared the crap out of me (mostly figuratively) and the PTSD is always poking me when I have to deal with snowfall on the roads) and I tried to "jump" the mountain (I'one thousand exaggerating on the elevation of the mountain, by the way) and my automobile got stuck less than two feet up the driveway and so I sent Scout and the girls inside and I proceeded to shovel and shovel with snot running out of my face and bad words streaming out of my mouth (F word! S give-and-take! Such a classy shoveler!) and shortly after I shoveled myself loose and maneuvered the car into the garage Some other PLOW CAME BY AND LEFT Another Mount and I said I wasn't going to tell you this story!

Let's take a break and focus on the animate.

Okay. And so, I came inside and decided to clean the syringe that nosotros'll be using to extract Scout's plasma out of the vial to drop into her eyes. (The vet tech showed me how to piece of work the syringe when she applied Scout'south first driblet.) Anyway, because I piece of work on medical textbooks in my spare time, I tend to suffer from grandiose delusions when it comes to performing medical tasks. I know the vet tech told me to be careful when removing the needle from the syringe. I know she told me to squeeze the cap to create a suction that volition go on the needle protected. I KNOW. I still grabbed the thing completely incorrectly and the cap jerked off and I stuck myself with the needle that was coated in Lookout man'due south plasma.

Yes. That's what I said. I stuck myself with a muddied needle.

Co-ordinate to the veterinary, this happens all the time, and I don't demand to be worried unless I showtime feeling weird.

"Don't worry unless yous first feeling weird."

And and then I suppose it'southward time to worry.

Spotter and I are blood sisters.

(I just ran exterior and sniffed a tree.)

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