So horrible, the events in Paris. And it will only hurt everyone they are “supposedly” doing it for, not “help” them. Killing just begets more killing, and adds to more fear and animosity toward more innocent people. The people who perpetrate these atrocities and convince other people to help them perpetrate them are nothing but pure evil and stupidity. My heart goes out to all the people affected by these events.
Update on Dabdoob: he’s doing well with his wounds/incisions, the cone is off and he can clean himself to his heart’s content. Now that the cone is off, his brother doesn’t want to leave him alone. But my husband tells me that now he’s back to avoiding the litter box, sigh. I wish I was there to help try to re-train him, but last weekend I had to come to Wisconsin to help my dad recover from knee replacement surgery, I’m here until he’s able to get around on his own, drive again, able to go to his basement to do his own laundry, etc. He’s struggling right now, the swelling is making it hard for him to bend his new knee, and going from the family room to the bathroom is still pretty exhausting for him. He starts physical therapy on Monday, though – I’m hoping that will begin to help his range of motion. I imagine the change of my not being home isn’t helping Dabdoob’s litter box issues. Too many things going on all at once this fall/winter. Day before I was leaving to come to Wisconsin, we had to move my mother-in-law to a new nursing home – she had been on a wait list for a transfer to this nursing home, & they called us Thursday to tell us a bed was available for her, which meant we had to move her Friday (if you don’t move them that fast, they give the bed to someone else, and you have to go back to the bottom of the waitlist), so spent the whole day moving her, her stuff (3 or 4 trips with the car), and getting her settled in and filling out all the paperwork again. Then I was up all night Friday night trying to pack and organize the house prior to leaving (flight was at 6:45 am Saturday morning, so had to be there by 4:30/4:45, airport was INSANE, barely made it to my flight – they were already boarding by the time I made it through customs, security & to the gate). Then poor Dabdoob was stressed out from all the activity, I think, & while I was trying to do things around the house, he pee’d all over the dining room floor, sigh. But when my husband took him for his checkup at the vet on Thursday, the vet said everything should be all good physically with Dabdoob now. So now we need to work on the psychological again.
So horrible, the events in Paris. And it will only hurt everyone they are “supposedly” doing it for, not “help” them. Killing just begets more killing, and adds to more fear and animosity toward more innocent people. The people who perpetrate these atrocities and convince other people to help them perpetrate them are nothing but pure evil and stupidity. My heart goes out to all the people affected by these events.
Update on Dabdoob: he’s doing well with his wounds/incisions, the cone is off and he can clean himself to his heart’s content. Now that the cone is off, his brother doesn’t want to leave him alone. But my husband tells me that now he’s back to avoiding the litter box, sigh. I wish I was there to help try to re-train him, but last weekend I had to come to Wisconsin to help my dad recover from knee replacement surgery, I’m here until he’s able to get around on his own, drive again, able to go to his basement to do his own laundry, etc. He’s struggling right now, the swelling is making it hard for him to bend his new knee, and going from the family room to the bathroom is still pretty exhausting for him. He starts physical therapy on Monday, though – I’m hoping that will begin to help his range of motion. I imagine the change of my not being home isn’t helping Dabdoob’s litter box issues. Too many things going on all at once this fall/winter. Day before I was leaving to come to Wisconsin, we had to move my mother-in-law to a new nursing home – she had been on a wait list for a transfer to this nursing home, & they called us Thursday to tell us a bed was available for her, which meant we had to move her Friday (if you don’t move them that fast, they give the bed to someone else, and you have to go back to the bottom of the waitlist), so spent the whole day moving her, her stuff (3 or 4 trips with the car), and getting her settled in and filling out all the paperwork again. Then I was up all night Friday night trying to pack and organize the house prior to leaving (flight was at 6:45 am Saturday morning, so had to be there by 4:30/4:45, airport was INSANE, barely made it to my flight – they were already boarding by the time I made it through customs, security & to the gate). Then poor Dabdoob was stressed out from all the activity, I think, & while I was trying to do things around the house, he pee’d all over the dining room floor, sigh. But when my husband took him for his checkup at the vet on Thursday, the vet said everything should be all good physically with Dabdoob now. So now we need to work on the psychological again.