The Syringe, the Dogs and the Nice Police Officer

So, my Persian cat Mooshi has been sneezing lately.  With Mooshi that indicates that it's time for antibiotics. If the weather even thinks of changing he needs them.  With this said, I decided to take my antibiotics with me when I came to WindyHill.  The cats and dogs travel with me back and forth.  That's all simple enough right?

Mooshi sleeping (as usual) and Elsa

Well, on the way from WindyHill to the other place at around 1 a.m., I had both dogs in the back seat, and Mooshi and Elsa in the very back in their protective carrier.  Along with the pets come the antibiotics and the rest of their accouterments.  I administer said antibiotics via a syringe with no needle; the powdered Amoxicillian is diluted in water for semi-easy oral administration to the cat.  Just suck the mixed solution into the syringe and put the syringe into cats mouth, depress plunger ` and Voila!  Getting the liquid mixture into the syringe is made easy by using a small vial  ....such as say.. a shot glass.   (Just follow along, you will see why you needed the description as we go along.)

Looks Innocent right?

The dogs in the back were very restless, the Great Dane Lab cross kept putting her nose in between the window and the side of the drivers seat sniffing loudly and wagging her tail ~ bang, bang, bang against the car door goes the tail.  This incites Doom to "talk" about it.  Growl, growl, growl.  This provokes Karma (Lab Dane cross) to tell him to shut up ~ this involves her moving around and Doom sticking his big ol' head up front in between the seats to let me know that Karma is bothering him.  Lots of movement in the back seat as they re-shuffle.  Meanwhile, I am actually trying to drive.  Elsa lends to the chaos by voicing a plaintive "Merrow" from the back of the car every so often.  Mooshi is probably sleeping.  While the dogs are pacing around in the back seat, the phone rings.  It's my friend of Germany.  Eh what the heck, may as well answer it, it's late, no one else is on the road (with the exception of the weirdo that has been following me for the past 20 minutes.)

Doom and Karma pretending this is how they always look

Cue the idiots (ahem I mean dogs) to decide that they need to re-adjust sleeping positions right NOW.  Karma tries to climb upfront to the passenger seat.  I push her gently back and tell her to lay down already. Doom has now taken up the entire back seat.  Karma has to settle for the floor.  Fine.

During this little dance, I happen to look up and see red and blue lights in my rearview.  Uh oh..I tell my friend I'm getting pulled over and have to go.




I pull over.  As soon as the car stops Karma jumps to high alert.

I roll down my window, tell Karma to be good and ...I glance to my right; on the car seat next to me is the syringe, shot glass and powdered Amoxicillian for the darn cat.  I wonder if I should move that stuff.  I decide against it, as it may look suspicious.  But having it sitting there totally doesn't right?

Crunch, crunch, crunch goes the officers footsteps on the ground.  Cue Karma to go into HIGH ALERT DEFCON 5 !!!!    She barked so much that she almost choked herself.

"Meoooowwww" says Elsa.

Doom laid quietly in the back seat like it was nothing.

I shove a leftover poptart into Karmas mouth as the officer approaches my window hoping to silence her.

"License and registration please"

The voice causes Doom to slowly raise his massive body up off the seat and give a single "Woof" as he edges closer to me from the back seat.

Officer steps back from the window.

 I smile wanly at the officer.  I have to hand him my license through the window while he stands 3 feet from the car.  He tells me to stay in the car.  (no kidding, as if I have any chance of leaving the car)
Officer glances briefly at my license .."Do you have any idea why I pulled you over?"  (eh..because you saw all the commotion in the back seat after following me for 20 minutes and wondered why my children were not buckled in?)

Me:  No officer..Sir
Officer:  You were driving erratically.
Me: Oh, eh he he, yes Sir, sorry about that.  umm, my registration is in my glove box and it's broken and I can't open it unless I break it open, would you like me to do so?

The officer leans an inch forward to glance into my car...both dogs lean three inches forward and Doom is growling low in the back of his throat.  Officer eyes my syringe and shot glass...He raises and eyebrow..and then says.

"Nope, just let me run your license real quick and if everything checks out, you can go with just a warning."

Officer walks away.  Karma scrambles to watch him out the back window.  Doom settles back into a more comfortable sitting position in the back seat and waits.

My driving record is spotless (thank Goodness) and he comes back with a smile and a pink slip telling me to drive safely.  He hands me the slip from three feet away.  As I reach for it...both dogs lean forward, Doom growling again, and Karma of course is doing her ansty dance.  Prance, prance, prance, wine, woof, woof, wine.  prance.

Officer beats a hasty retreat.  Karma gives a final "Woof" (and stay out!)
I turn to both dogs before starting off:
Me:  Okay, good dogs, you have saved the day, now lay down and be quiet.

Karma groans as she settles onto the floor in contentment and Doom Sighs loudly and he stretches full-length across the entire back seat, front and back legs hanging over the edges.

"Meow?" says Elsa

Elsa..this is her sneaking..not obvious at all right?

We made him home without further incident.
and ...yes, the "weirdo" following me turned out to be the Police Officer...
Haven't heard from my friend in Germany for awhile though....

Why My Grooming Room is NOT Painted

You know, when I left here I really DID go to the grooming room and I started wiping down the walls and getting rid of the yet MORE hideous wall paper.  Then I received my daily 3:30 p.m. call from Mr. Drywall himself...to tell me that my Old English Mastiff dog named "Doom" had had a "minor" accident in the cage.  This means he was covered in poop and so was the cage.  Michael was on his way out the door ~ he had simply stopped by home in order to give the horses some hay (and let out said stupid dog) and had no time to wait for me to get home.  This means that the dog would have to be outside...alone..by himself.  There are CARS out there.  We certainly couldn't put the dog back into the house, he will chew anything that doesn't chew him first...not to mention the poopy paws.  SIGH.  This means I had to leave my station in the groom shop and go home to clean up the dog...and the wall the cage is next to...and the cage....

The above is Doom.  He is still a puppy, and therefore prone to accidents.

The above is Doom and Elsa (my female Highlander cat)  They are playing with the lazer pointer.  So...you see a bit about Dooms personality.  He is just a big doofy puppy right now.  Though, I do appreciate the fact that he does have a big protective streak in  him.  This also means that if someone has not visited in awhile, he has to "approve" them before I can let them in the door again.  

In the meantime, I had to get my belongings out of storage before they sold it all for charity or whatever it is they do to it if you leave it there.  SO...once again, Cue Michael to the rescue.

  He takes a U-haul over to storage and loads almost the WHOLE thing singlehandedly.  He did get some back up help for a few of the heavy things.  

Michael loaded ALL of this by himself!!  Mr. Superman!:)))

As per the norm, the other person who was supposed to help never showed up.  The one person who did help in the morning had a very legit reason for not being able to stay.  This left me to call my friends and beg for help...on a Friday...in the middle of the day!   Who does this?  Well, heaven was smiling on us, as one of my friends let us borrow her husband.  He helped Michael with everything else.  They made TWO trips.  They worked their hineys off.  They got it done.  They worked at it until 4:00 a..m.   I can't express how much I appreciate it. 

So, still ~ what does all THIS have to do with the Grooming Room?  I was called away, got the dog/cage/wall taken care of..why isn't it painted yet? (ahem)

THIS is why it is not painted...

 Remember when we (okay THEY) moved everything from storage?  Well, it all got packed into the house in various places...in essence I changed storage units.  The house though...it doesn't charge me monthly to keep my stuff here (it charges for other reasons.LOL)

The Dining Room

The above photo is the Dining Room ~ suffice it to say that the whole REST of the downstairs pretty much looks like this (filled to the ceiling with unidentified furniture, boxes, and other whoknowswhat. )

Now, you must be asking yourself WHY didn't they put the stuff into the appropriate rooms?  RIGHT?  Let me count the ways...

• It was waaaay later than we had anticipated, we had borrowed a friends husband and he had already worked all day and we wanted to save time so he could get home at a decent hour.
• Michael wanted very much to go see his Fairy Princes Girlfriend  and again in the interest of time, just piled stuff in wherever it would fit.
• The dining room floor needs to be reinforced before we can put the heavy dining room table on it and expect it to hold.  
• The rooms upstairs are not ready yet for the furniture as they are not finished yet.

Why aren't  the rooms finished?
Why wasn't the dining room floor already reinforced?

 Please see item two noting Fairy Princess girlfriend AND Michael works, TWO jobs AND is remodeling Fairys house ...he doesn't exactly have free time you know.

This 

PlusTHIS

Plus THIS

Equals THIS

And THAT is why my grooming room is NOT painted:)  

I know the next question is...(drum role) why not find someone else who is less busy?  I don't know anyone else and money does not grow on trees.  Michael does these things out of the kindness of his heart (and luckily Fairy Princess allows it.) Other people want money.  Sooo, 

I still have to do the upstairs rooms first.  (more you tube videos for me ~ need to know how to put down carpet, and finish up the wall repair in one bedroom) THOSE things will be my NEXT adventure.  

Meanwhile...I MAY try to put together the computer desk...and I have a horse to train and cats to care for and family to cater to (my favorite thing) and a job to find..and that's all I need to do and everything will be great.:)