scrubjayspeaks: hand holding pen over notebook (done this week)
So the universe traditionally has this thing it does, where it periodically gifts my family with new animals. We are not necessarily looking for an animal when this happens; if we are, the universe ensures that we will get one in the most ridiculous series of events possible.

After my dog died, mum and I pretty quickly realized that it had been decades (or in my case, never before) since we had been without access to a dog. This did not suit us at all. We hadn’t made specific plans to get one, but it was on the radar. I had started idly looking at the websites of local shelters and rescues.

On Tuesday, I came home to find out that one of my dad’s coworkers had obtained a dog for which she could not adequately care (long story). If she couldn’t find someone to take the dog, she was going to surrender her to a shelter.

“Is dad bringing a dog home right now?” Well, no, not right now, but, uh...would that be okay?

Uh, yeah, obviously. The universe has presented us with a sad and lonely dog. What else are we going to do?

We were supposed to get her Saturday night, but the person had a last-minute scheduling issue. We have rescheduled for Tuesday. Which means I have a few more days to get through in which 95% of my thought processes are just a small, gleeful gremlin chanting “dog dog dog doggie dog” at all hours.

Lewisia: 3 new pieces, plus another bonus piece written (did I lose track of what day it is and post the bonus a day early? How dare you suggest such a thing...)

Day job: 27 hours

Cooking: many Thanksgiving foods, almost all of which ended up being mediocre, albeit acceptable, this year :/

Cleaning: vacuumed the inside of the car, raked up the back yard, cleaned out the dog run over by the horses

Listening: Jenny from Thebes by The Mountain Goats (another preorder, has much the same sound as Bleed Out, which I enjoyed very much)

Aftermarket Parts: finally got back to the voice class by loading up the mp3 versions to listen to in the car, still need to do the exercises when I’m at the computer and can use the virtual keyboard
scrubjayspeaks: photo of a toddler holding an orange tabby cat (baby Joyce)
[Content warning: pet death]

I had to put my dog down today. She's been ancient and declining for a long time, but she was also not unwell in any specific way. (Apart from the metabolic issues, the benign brain tumor, the hormonal issues, and the allergies...but she's been like that for years.) But she had a really bad day yesterday that turned into a much worse night. By morning, it was clear we were looking at hours, not days, of time left.

I got ludicrously lucky, honestly. I didn't have to juggle work. The clinic was open on a Saturday. Her vet was available, rather than just having to see whoever was in. They had an appointment available in the early morning. All of which I was intensely grateful for, in the midst of everything.

She's buried out in the wildflower field now.

I got her during my last year of college. Which was apparently 16 years ago, but feels more like a mythic age nearly passed out of human memory. She was with me through so much. My wretched little goblin dog.
scrubjayspeaks: a fluffy yellow duckling with black markings, being held in someone's hands (a flock of fucks)
On New Year's Day, I took pictures of some of the creatures. I haven't posted pictures of the fucklings since they were still young, so. The current state of the flock:

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