CPR for the Blog

what is wrong with you people! How you allow such an amazing blog die without trying to perk it back up?
I don't think the Blogg is dying I think you're all exhausted from school and it's hard to be creative when your tired and bogged down.
Me, Ive been fanning the flames on another site, as you all probably well know. Investing my time elsewhere but I have that all under contral and set up now and I will invest more time here. I hope you will too.
So, I assume you have seen or heard or read that my birdie girl was sick. Not only did we have the cat at the vet last saturday getting ready for his little man surgery to keep the lady cats in our neighborhood safe, not to mention Bill's arm safe from harm.(The cat really likes to hump his arm! gross)
So that was interesting in itself. How he was going to handle it all and he handled it very well considering while we were sitting in the waiting room, any animals worst nightmare, a GIANT blood hound came out into the waiting room. His feet were the size of, they were huge anyway,(I can't think of anything to compare it to. Colin sat under his blanket and it was so funny because he truly believed he was invisible) I guess he never heard about bloodhounds.
Then in comes a HUGE Rottwiler. He was far away. the blood hound was friendly. Two long haired Dachounds getting their nails clipped.
Their owners all loved talking about their babies and why they were there and how old they were, dogs they've had in the past. us included. We told the tale of the famous Angus that these people would never know the pleasure of meeting such a creature.
People love their dogs! Of course, we told the story of bag of bones Collin and listened to the ohs and aws of people feeling sorry for him and of course thinking we were sooooo nice to take him in.
Collin is older than we thought, about 9 months, he has all his adult teeth the vet told us but since he had starved most of his kittenhood, he was smaller than the average cat. Otherwise Collin is healthy and getting neutered on the 20th.
Mary Claire, well she was a sick. Never had a sick bird before but when I woke her up and found her on the bottom of the cage sitting instead of on her perch, I knew she was sick. Thats a very bad sign for a bird, close to departing I read, when they do this.
Couldn't let the pope come home to a dead bird so we found the avian vet and off they went to find the disease, the bacteria, the deadly fever that was making her ill
NO, not at all, it was a string. It's amazing what a string can do when it wraps itself so tight around your leg that it diggs into your skin and causes an infection. I guess she was knitting? Where this came form we will never know but she will be fine and shall live on to the ripe age of 20 we hope.
whew! Expensive pet week. But at least we had no bad news. We are lucky and blessed. Animals bring so much joy to my life. Just ask Mickey Rourke, he understands. Your pets won't desert you when your down. No matter what you look like.
Did I write that? I guess I did.
Off to work my bloggers, think of some cool things to write.